common to boys going through puberty pulled him from thoughts about his sister.
Cody turned to see a young man in dark-blue trunks admiring the view. Though his eyes were green, there was no mistaking whom he belonged to. "Michael, right?"
The young man turned and extended his hand. "Yes, sir, and you're Uncle Daniel's friend, Cody."
"Guilty as charged," he smiled.
Michael rolled his eyes and groaned. "You sound just like Mom. Are you a lawyer too?"
Cody laughed and shook his head. "I'm about as far away from being a lawyer as you can get. I've been in the army for the past several years. Before that, I freelanced as a graphic artist."
"Cool." The young man nodded his head as his eyes widened.
"Totally. So are your mom and little brother on their way down to the beach? I don't want to break up family time." He wasn't sure how Evelyn would react to his presence. As they said their good-byes after the reception, he'd told her he didn't think he'd join the rest of the wedding party on the combination vacation/extended honeymoon.
"Mom is unpacking and getting everything settled in. You know how she is."
No, he really didn't. Before the rehearsal and wedding, he'd spent about twelve hours with her. They hadn't talked much once he removed her clothes. Not unless you counted nonverbal communication. He'd made the most of his hands during their time together—that was for damn sure. Images of her body above him, blue eyes dark with unrestrained passion, resurfaced for the thousandth time since he'd seen her again, sending his arousal into overdrive. Not wanting the kid to notice…or Evelyn, he shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. I've only known her for a few days, but maybe we'll get to know each other some more this week. This water is too beautiful to resist. I'm going to go for a swim. See you around, and make sure you enjoy the beautiful beach." He smiled at the kid and then turned his attention to the water. His steps were slow, digging his toes into the sand. The contrast between the warm sand and cool water reminded him of Evelyn. She alternated hot and cold toward him. There was so much going on inside that beautiful head of hers.
As his thoughts moved to consider the rest of her sexy curves, he moved deeper into the water. The coolness eased the tightness in his trunks caused by thoughts of Evelyn and offered relief from the midday heat. Dunking his head, he dove under the surface again. Peaceful. Quiet. No enemy fire. No tearful faces saying good-bye. No women professing interest and then engaging radio silence. No one to share his life. Emptiness crashed into his heart like waves onto the shore. He surfaced just in time to see Evelyn and some other people from the wedding group laughing and talking. She ran a delicate hand through her youngest son's hair, earning her a big smile. Once again—on the outside looking in. Story of his life.
He started to swim toward shore. It was going to be a long week.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lydia moved in a slow circle, her eyes wide as she took in the surroundings. "Can you believe how beautiful this place is? I mean, I researched it in the library before we came, but the pictures simply don't do it justice."
Evelyn grinned. "Well, we're always telling Mel you librarians really need to get your nose out of a book every once in a while and see the world for yourself."
Bruce, Lydia's husband, chimed in. "You'd think I never whisked her away for a vacation before."
Lydia stuck her tongue out. "If you count an engineer's conference in Pittsburgh a vacation, you have some research to do yourself, mister."
Laughter rippled throughout the group.
Evelyn was glad she'd let the kids guilt her into coming. Thinking of her sons, she tousled Jason's hair. "Boys, would you like Natalia to take you for a swim before we meet Aunt Mel and Uncle Daniel for dinner?"
Jason jumped up and down. "That would be so cool! I wish Annie were here already. When is she getting here?"
Michael rolled