I move the rag a few inches. “Happy?”
He takes a sip of his Coke. “I saw you surfing with the pretty blonde. Looked like you two were having fun.”
I pause just long enough to give myself away. “You stalking me now, old man?”
“Hard to miss,” he says with a smirk. “Whole town probably has a wager on you and the pretty blonde.”
I huff. “She has a name.”
“I bet she does.” Jonah grins, provoking me. “Hot bartender.”
He says this, then throws his head back and laughs.
I roll my eyes playfully.
This is how we interact. We give each other shit constantly, and it’s fun.
“I heard that you got mooned by the Bees the other day.”
Jonah rolls his eyes. “Weirdos.”
I laugh at that and turn around when I see a group of people walk in and take a seat. Marina nods and hurries over to take their order.
Summer and Silvie roll in together, laughing and chattering happily. Oh, man. Jonah’s going to love this. More ammo. They’re wearing bright summer dresses. Silvie’s in a fitted pink dress that should be illegal. Her shapely, tanned legs are in strappy sandals. Those legs go on forever. Toned and strong.
For a second, my mind betrays me, and I picture her legs wrapped around my waist. I swallow and close my eyes, shaking my head as if I can physically knock these thoughts away.
Get it together, man.
Summer and Silvie have bright pink hibiscus flowers tucked behind their ears, their sun kissed skin bright and glowing. Silvie spots me and waves, clearly happy to see me. Summer whispers something to her andSilvie gives her a smirk.
“Hi, Cal!” Silvie calls as she makes her way over, Summer beside her.
“Hi, ladies.” I smile. I can’t help it. I’m happy to see Silvie.
“Hi, Cal,” Summer says as she slides onto a stool. Silvie sits on the one next to Jonah. He glances sideways, eyebrow lifting like he’s watching a movie play out.
I grab the menus, hand them over, and set out drink napkins. My hands need something to do because she’s here and I feel like I’ve just gotten caught thinking about her.
“Mmmm, I’m starving,” Summer croons. “I taught two classes today. I need food.”
“Glad I could catch your afternoon class,” Silvie murmurs appreciatively. “It was a good one.”
My brain short circuits when I imagine her doing her yoga poses in the dress she’s wearing now. I’m losing my mind.
“Jonah,” I say, clearing my throat and nodding between them. “This is Silvie. Silvie, this is Jonah. He owns the bar.”
I don’t know why I put that last part in. I’ve talked about Jonah enough that I think she would put two and two together. Hell, I’m nervous. And Jonah knows this, which he is no doubt finding amusing right now.
“Oh,” she says, eyes widening. She turns and reaches out and gives him a side hug, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Jonah freezes. Because no one hugs Jonah. He looks like a statue, and his eyes flick to me like he’s wondering what is happening right now.
Silvie pulls back and talks to him as if they’ve known each other forever. I’m entranced and can’t stop watching them.
“I just love your bar,” Silvie says, bright and sincere. “And Cal speaks so highly of you. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I heard you have a boat?”
Jonah clears his throat and sits up straighter. “I do.”
