Here we are again, diving back into our Secrets Hidden In The Glass refresher. Last week we started with our first excerpt, where Callie contemplated her attraction to Nate (If you missed it, click here). Today, we’re in Nate’s point of view while he and Callie walk along the beach.
Secrets Hidden In The Glass Excerpt Number 2:
They started walking again, and a wave rushed up, washing over their feet.
Callie gasped and stepped farther away. “Oh, my God, that’s cold.”
Like ice water, but he shrugged. “It’s not so bad.”
She looked at him as if he were crazy. “It’s freezing.”
“It usually is for most mainlanders—blood’s too thin.”
She stopped in her tracks and pushed her sunglasses onto her head, rewarding him with a look at her big baby blues. “Are you suggesting that mainlanders are wimps?”
“I’m not trying to hurt your feelings or anything…” He shrugged again, struggling not to smile. “But you’re the one who can’t get your feet wet.”
She splashed her foot in the surf as the next wave started receding.
He chuckled, thrilled that Callie seemed willing to play. “That’s not showing me much.”
She walked closer to the water, adding both feet this time.
He came up next to her and took her hand, pulling her toward the actual Atlantic. “In up to your knees for three good waves.”
He sent her a wry smile. “See? Wimp.”
She grinned. “All right. Three good waves.”
“You’re on.” He walked out with her, clenching his jaw against the bone-numbing cold, fighting the urge to swear.
She gasped, then squealed as the first wave rushed past their calves.
“We’ll count that as one,” he yelled over the pounding water, still walking farther out with her. “And here comes the next.” He braced himself, gripping her hand tighter as the current came in with a powerful rush and nailed them thigh-level.
Callie screamed as she laughed and made a move to head to shore.
He laughed, too, pulling her back and bringing her closer to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“It’s too cold,” she screeched.
“I don’t think so, mainlander.” He hooked his arm around her midsection and held her in front of him as the next wave came in and sent a steamroll of water crashing into their waists.
She screamed again, gripping his forearm as if her life depended on it, and threw her head back on a long peel of laughter.
He let loose his own deep belly laugh, loving the way she sounded—that he could smell her flowery shampoo as she rested her body against his. That they were having fun.
“Nate,” she fought to say. “Let’s get out of here.”
He took her hand, and they ran as best they could toward shore.
She stumbled as they made their way to the ankle-deep water. “Cramp. My toes are cramping.”
He moved to take her weight and carried her more than walked with her to the loose, warm sand free from the surf. “Bend your foot forward until it passes,” he said, slightly out of breath.
She did as he told her.
She nodded her head as her teeth chattered and goosebumps puckered her skin.
“Works every time.”
“Your toes cramp, too?”
“Hell, yeah. That water’s like an ice bath. I never go in without a wetsuit.”
Her eyes went huge as she gaped at him. “What are you talking about? What happened to your thick, native Sandersonian blood?”
He chuckled, enjoying the gorgeous woman who’d forgotten she was shy. “My blood’s probably right on par with yours. I just wanted to get you out there.”
She laughed and swatted at him. “That’s a dirty trick.”
So fun! At this point, Nate and Callie are still getting to know each other, but it’s only a matter of time until the sparks fly.
Until next time.