I ignore him. “And so, I’m open to this dynamic—whatever that means, and wherever it goes. I have no idea how to navigate something like this, and so you might have to have a little patience with me.”
Georgia’s entire face lights up. “It’s new for me, too. I’ve never experienced anything like this.” She then turns to look at Emmett. “Have you?”
His gaze bounces between us, and for some reason, I expect him to say he has, since he was so damn willing to do it. “Nope.” He surprises me. “I haven’t ever delved into the world of sharing a woman with one of my friends—not knowingly, anyway.”
I force a chuckle, tempted to point out thatunknowinglyis exactly how all this started for me. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to see where this goes, won’t we?”
“Oh yes, we shall.” Emmett eyes me and then turns to Georgia. “But I do know one thing. It’s gonna be fucking fun.”
I sure as hell hope so.
Chapter 12
Georgia
“You look damn good,” Emmett grins at me as I step out onto the back deck. His eyes rake over my red sundress, which clings to my waist and then flares out over my hips. His gaze drops to my bare, tanned legs and then to my sandals. “Are you sure you don’t want to just stay here?”
I laugh. “I don’t think so. I’m dying to get off this boat.” I’m not kidding either. It’s been fun being on the yacht, but we’re officially docked, and I actually get to walk on solid ground now. “Tonight will be fun.”
“Bonfires always are,” Brody comes out of nowhere, dressed to the nines, beach style. He looks amazing in a nice, fitted white shirt and khaki shorts. “I think it’ll be a good time for all of us.” His gaze shifts to Miles, who’s sitting quietly in one of the loungers.
I have no idea how long he’s been there. But I’ve learned that’s just Miles.
“Are you looking forward to it?” Emmett asks Miles.
Miles shrugs, looking equally as handsome as the other two men. “I think it’ll be what it’ll be. I’m just the fourth wheel.”
“You’re not the fourth wheel,” I giggle, waving him off. “A car has to havefourwheels.”
“Valid point,” Emmett chuckles. “Let’s go.”
Together, the four of us make our way off the yacht and through the marina. This whole place is something straight out of a beach romance, with string lights along the wooden walkways leading down to the beach.
There, a ways back from the waters, is a big bonfire.
And a whole lot of people.
“Who are these people again?” I turn to Brody, who I assume is the guy who set this whole thing up.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. The guy who works the desk here is the one who invited us.”
“Oh, so we don’t actually know these people,” I reason, my chest feeling a little tight at the overwhelm. “Great.”
Emmett snakes his arm around my waist, leaning in and placing a kiss on the side of my temple. “Itisgreat. You’re the best-looking woman here. Enjoy it, baby.”
“I’m never going to get used to this,” Brody grumbles, shaking his head at the two of us.
I watch him trail off, making his way toward the beach bar set up. Part of me feels a need to run after him and reassure him. However, he’s slowly but surely warming up.
“Just let him simmer,” Emmett repeats his go-to phrase. “He’s the grumpy type. That’s just how he is.”
“Yeah,” I breathe out. “Let’s go.”
Emmett guides me down the beach, while Miles trails behind us. We make our way to the bar, where Brody is already sipping on something dark—and probably strong.
“I ordered you a vodka cran,” Brody says to me, his tense expression softening just the tiniest amount. “I know that’s your favorite.”
“Thank you,” I reach out and squeeze his forearm.
