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I hadn’t had to use the hidden key he’d told me about.
                  I’d sweated too much today. I had to have a shower before I went to bed. I stepped into the kitchen and checked the front porch to make sure it was free of any sexual escapades. Getting a shower would be easy.
                  I ducked into my room and grabbed the old pair of Cain’s boxers and a tank top that I slept in at night.  Cain had given them to me when we were young and silly. He’d wanted me to sleep in something that was his. I’d been sleeping in them every since. Although now they were much tighter than they had been then. I’d developed curves since the age of fifteen.
                 
                  I took a deep breath of the ocean air as I stepped outside. This was my third night here and I had yet to actually make it down to the water. I’d come home so tired that I hadn’t had the energy to go out there. I went down the steps and put my pajamas in the bathroom before slipping off my tennis shoes.
                  The sand was still warm from the sun’s heat. I walked across it in the darkness until the water’s edge rushed up to meet me. The cold startled me and I sucked in a breath but let the salt water cover my feet.
                  My mom’s smile as she told me about the time she’d played in the ocean flashed in my memory and I tilted my head up to heaven and smiled. I was finally here. I was here for both of us.
                  A sound to the left broke into my thoughts. I turned to look down the beach just as the moonlight broke free of the clouds and Rush was spotlighted in the darkness. Running.
                  Once again, he was shirtless. The shorts he was wearing hung low on his narrow hips and I was mesmerized by the way his body looked as he ran toward me. I wasn’t sure if I should move or if he was done. His feet slowed and then he came to a stop beside me. The sweat on his chest glistened in the soft light. Oddly enough I wanted to reach out and touch it. Something that a body like his made couldn’t be gross. It was impossible.
                  “You’re back,” he said as he took a few deep breaths.
                  “I just got off work,” I replied, trying hard to keep my eyes on his and not his chest.
                  “So you got a job?”
                  “Yes. Yesterday.”
                  “Where at?”
                  I wasn’t sure how I felt about telling him too much. He wasn’t a friend.  And it was obvious I’d never consider him family. Our parents might be married but he didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with my father or me.
                  “Kerrington Country Club,” I replied.
                  Rush’s eyebrows shot up and he took a step closer to me. He slipped a hand under my chin and tilted my face up. “You’re wearing mascara,” he said, studying me.
                  “Yes, I am,” I pulled my chin out of his grasp. He might be letting me sleep at his house but I didn’t like him touching me. Or maybe I did like him touching me and that was the problem. I didn’t want to like him touching me.
                  “It makes you look more your age.” He stepped back and did a slow appraisal of my clothing.
                  “You’re the cart girl at the golf course,” he said simply looking back up at me.
                  “How did you know?” I asked.
                  He waved a hand at me. “The outfit. Tight little white shorts and polo shirts. It’s the uniform.”
                  I was glad for the darkness. I was positive I was blushing.
                  “You’re making a fucking killing aren’t you?” he asked in an amused tone.
                  I’d made