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I watched her ass sway as she walked away and down the stairs, and all I could think about was the Borg. ‘Strength is irrelevant. Resistance is futile.’

“Happy birthday to me. I just signed my death certificate.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

KALLIE

Okay, I lied. I said I was fine with Claire before realizing she was a freaking octopus who wouldn’t stop touching him. I swear to god, if she ran her hand over his ass one more time, I would cut off her hand and shove it up her ass so she could feel one forever. I had thought about inviting Alex, but we really only hung out at school. Talon was a better cover because she was so oblivious to everything. Watching Carter was easier with her around.

Carter looked over his shoulder at me, and I loved how the green in his eyes reflected the blue of the ocean and made them look teal from where I was sitting. There was a hunger in them now that he couldn’t hide from me anymore. Grabbing the tube of sunscreen, I squirted a large glob in my hand and held back the smirk as he stared at it. I smoothed it over my arms and then purposely ran my hand over my chest and inside the cup of my bikini top, squeezing my boob.

His face flamed a vibrant shade of red just before he whipped his eyes away, making me chuckle. He marched off, and for once, little Miss Octopodidae didn’t follow like a dog in heat since she was busy playing volleyball.

Jumping up, I dusted myself off and stalked him to the bathrooms, then leaned against the wall and waited for him. I really wanted to know if he was in there touching himself to thoughts of me, but with so many people at the beach, it was too risky to sneak inside.

As I waited, I caught sight of a familiar blonde. Mrs. Peterson was arm and arm with a guy that didn’t look much older than Carter. I stepped around the side of the bathroom into the shade to keep an eye on her without being seen.

She pointed to a tent selling margaritas, and her errand boy ran off. What the fuck did she do to get these guys? She headed for the women’s bathroom just as Carter stepped out of the men’s.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Mrs. Peterson called out, waving at Carter.

He looked genuinely confused, but being the nice guy he was, he stopped and waited for her. “Mrs. Peterson, nice to see you.

Any idiot would pick up on the professional tone except her. “It’s much nicer to see you. Look at these muscles. You really are turning into quite the man. I’m in love with these tattoos. Very sexy.”

I rolled my eyes. The woman giggled, making me want to gag as she reached out and squeezed his bicep. “Very big indeed.”

Her eyes dipped down, and I almost jumped around the corner and dragged Carter away just to keep from having to listen to this pathetic attempt to get into his shorts. I rubbed at my leg, and even though I’d only worn them once, I missed my knives.

Carter stepped back but stayed true to his nature and was polite. I had to admit it frustrated me, yet I admired how he kept his cool.

“I have to stay in shape to start a new baseball season on a much harder team. How is your summer going?”

Mrs. Peterson sighed and fluffed out her hair which somehow exaggerated how she was pushing out her chest. At this point, I didn’t know why she didn’t just whip off her bathing suit and jump on him. I mean, it would save time and be hysterical to see the horrified look on his face. I could picture it now and almost wished she would…almost.

“My summer is going well, but it would be far better if you came to visit. Did you get my text?”

“I did. How did you get my number?”

That was an excellent question. I was surprised Carter hadn’t messaged her back. I didn’t think he was sleeping with her, but I understood now that it was safer not to answer than to open up that line of communication. It gave me a whole new level of respect for Carter. Not that he needed it. I would fucking gut anyone that tried to hurt him.

“It was on your school file. Since it was for school purposes, I was able to access it. I was disappointed you didn’t answer.”

“I didn’t need to book a tutoring session and just assumed it was a mistake,” Carter said, his hands going to his waist. My eyes traveled up and down his body, and I wasn’t sure why, but I realized he was worried. There was something about Mrs. Peterson he didn’t trust, and that set me off faster than someone screaming fire. Carter was a great judge of character, and over the years, I’d learned to trust what he said as fact.

“It’s something I like to do with all the students to ensure they’re prepared for the next stages in their lives.” She took a step toward him, but he smiled and stepped back. He lifted his hand and waved at our group, but I didn’t see anyone waving back. “Sorry, I have to go. My girlfriend is looking for me. Have a great summer, Mrs. Peterson.”

“You too, Carter, and if you ever need anything, anything at all, you have my number.”

Carter walked away, and she tilted her sunglasses down, and I knew she was watching his ass. Not that I blamed her. It was a nice ass.

I waited until she left before I slipped out of my hiding spot and decided to make the most of my little excursion now that Mrs. Peterson had ruined my chance to get Carter alone. There was more than one way to torture him, and right now, making sure that I was all he could think about was my goal.

Ten minutes later, I wandered back over to our spot, and Carter jogged up to me. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

My eyebrows rose with the question. “I’m not sure what you mean?”

“I mean….”