Tease by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online Page B

of his kiss sink deep inside me until reality came rushing back.
     
    I blinked. Kind of like I was waking up from some dream.
     
    He watched me, an odd look on his face.
     
    I was acting like a freak. Like someone who was starved for attention and would cling to any guy the first chance I got.
     
    How pathetic.
     
    I cleared my throat. “So are we going to do this or what?” I pushed past him and sat in the driver’s seat of the Toyota. “Tell me when.”
     
    He went around and started up the Mustang, then signaled for me to turn the key. I did and nothing happened. So I tried again. I could hear him rev the engine of the Mustang, so I pumped the gas a bit and the engine finally turned over and purred to life.
     
    I gave a shout of joy as the car rumbled and showed no signs of stalling.
     
    Cam removed the jumper cables and closed both hoods and gave me a thumbs-up through the windshield.
     
    I climbed out of my seat to fetch my bag from the floor of his car, but he met me halfway, extending it between us. “You should let the car run for a few more minutes just so the battery will charge up a little more.”
     
    “Think it will start tomorrow?” I worried.
     
    “Should.”
     
    “Thanks again.”
     
    “Anytime.”
     
    He held up his finger, signaling for me to wait, and he jogged to his car, reached inside, and then came back to my side and extended a white business card to me.
     
    “What’s this?” I asked, taking the card.
     
    “It has my number on it. If you get stranded or need a ride to work tomorrow, call me.”
     
    He was giving me his phone number. A little thrill went through me. I glanced down at the image of a surfboard sticking up out of a pile of sand.
     
    Cam Malone
     
    Custom Surfboards Made to Order
     
    “You make surfboards?”
     
    He nodded. “It’s a hobby, but someday I hope to have my own surf and board shop.”
     
    “Wow, that’s incredible.”
     
    “You like to surf?” he asked. I could see the passion for the sport in his eyes. I wanted to say yes so badly.
     
    “Never been,” I admitted.
     
    “You live in Myrtle Beach and you’ve never surfed?” He gaped.
     
    “I only moved here a couple years ago for college.”
     
    “Where you from originally?”
     
    “Beaufort.”
     
    “There’s beaches around there.” He scoffed.
     
    I shrugged. Surfing wasn’t something I ever thought about doing. Until now.
     
    “Of course, maybe it’s better you haven’t tried. You’d probably drown.”
     
    Ignoring his jest, I slid the business card in the back pocket of my cutoffs. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
     
    “Don’t you want to know what you owe me?”
     
    I braced myself for some wild proposition. “Yeah. What?”
     
    “Come surfing with me.”
     
    That wasn’t what I expected to hear. “Surfing?”
     
    He nodded.
     
    “Didn’t you just say I would probably drown?”
     
    His teeth flashed white in the dark with his quick grin. “You’re not gonna drown. I’ll be with you.”
     
    “What if I take you down with me?”
     
    “You’re not going to go down at all.” He paused. “I got you.”
     
    Inwardly, I groaned. He said the magic words. “Okay, I’ll go.”
     
    “I go every morning. Tomorrow?”
     
    I gaped. “What time?”
     
    “Usually around six.”
     
    “As in a.m.?” I raised an eyebrow.
     
    He nodded.
     
    “That’s inhuman.”
     
    “I take it you aren’t a morning person?”
     
    “Not at all.”
     
    “You owe me.”
     
    I sighed. “Fine. But I can’t tomorrow. It’s already after three. I’ll drown us both if I only get two hours of sleep.”
     
    “Day after tomorrow…” He tilted his head and flashed a crooked grin.
     
    “Yeah, okay. But I have to work at ten. Will that be long enough?”
     
    He seemed a little surprised. “You have another job?”
     
    I nodded. “Yeah, this is my second job.” I really needed the money.
     
    “What do you do during the day?”
     
    I