their shorts and listening to the ocean.
“I’ll make chicken sandwiches,” Dani muttered. What else
could she do at that point?
Chapter 11
Emily
The few times Emily had been to Biloxi Beach before it had
been packed full of people. Her mom had taken her when she
was younger. She hadn’t been in years, but she couldn’t forget
the gorgeous white sand that stretched for miles down the
Mississippi gulf.
Dani had packed a bag for them. It was a surprise to see her
come out of her room wearing ripped black denim shorts, a
black tank, and black plastic flip flops. A rather delicious
surprise that had made Emily feel lightheaded the second she
saw all of Dani’s tattoos and her long, slender legs on display
like that. The shorts were tight and very, very short. Emily’s
mouth went so dry that it took her until they got out of the city
to actually be abl
e to fully swallow again, and that was only
because driving provided a bit of a distraction.
A bit, but not enough. In an enclosed space, Dani’s vanilla
scent had been absolutely intoxicating.
Dani exited the car, grabbing their bag with towels and
snacks from the backseat. Emily had worn a black maxi dress.
She liked it, but her mom always said it made her look washed
out. She couldn’t think of something better for the beach.
She’d kept the yellow headband in. Her hair was a mess and
had been since she’d put it up. She meant to get it out of the
way for painting, but she hadn’t fixed it, and now the breeze
blowing off the water tugged at the strands, sending a few