Contents ( 25)
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- acknowledgments
- about the author
- Also by Mary Alice Monroe
- BEACH HOUSE SERIES
- LOWCOUNTRY SUMMER SERIES
- STAND-ALONE NOVELS
Linnea groaned inwardly at seeing her beautiful fabric pulled out of the boxes, but went along. Pandora unfolded the material and found there was more than enough to stretch out the two colors along the length of the joggling board.
“We have to lift it up and down, like waves,” Pandora called out. Linnea took the other side and they demonstrated.
Pandora’s breasts jiggled enticingly with her effort. “How’s it look?” she called out, panting with the effort.
The men stared.
“Looks fantastic,” Gordon deadpanned.
“Yeah,” echoed Cooper and John.
The fabric fell to the ground. “It’s a good workout for my arms,” Pandora said, a bit breathless.
Cooper put a Bluetooth speaker on a box and punched his phone; a moment later the song “Wipe Out” blared out.
“The Surfaris!” John called out, and high-fived with him.
“Okay girls,” Cooper called out. “Three, two, one, action!”
“Let’s do this!” John hopped on the joggling board and, spreading out his arms, bounced on the board, giving a good imitation of being on a surfboard.
Cooper was filming, grinning. “Lookin’ good!”
The others cheered him on.
“Linnea!” John called out. “Remember the time we did the tandem longboard?”
She smiled, remembering the long summer they’d spent surfing together, falling in love.
“Get up here, girl!” John reached out.
Feeling Gordon’s eyes on her, she reluctantly joined him at the joggling board. Taking her hand, John pulled her up, and after a brief totter on the narrow board, she got her balance. John stood behind her, grasping her hips. Then they began to bounce up and down, joggling. Linnea felt the rise and fall, and even with her arms out, she could barely keep her balance. It was a bit like surfing. It was, in fact, the most fun she’d had in ages.
Below them, Pandora and Anna were lifting the blue and white fabric like two girls twirling a rope. Linnea couldn’t stop grinning and joined the whooping and shouting while Cooper filmed the video.
When they were done, everyone was laughing except for Gordon. He walked up to the board, smiling. “Since we’re the only official couple here,” he said to Linnea, “let’s give it a go.”
John released Linnea and jumped off the board. Gordon nimbly climbed up, took a firm hold of Linnea, and once again Cooper punched the play button. This time the Beach Boys were singing “Surfin’ Safari.” As Cooper rolled the video and the girls shook the fabric, Linnea put on a grin and tried to play the part of the fun surfer girl. But the moment had passed, and it felt forced. She saw John opening the cooler and pulling out a beer; he opened it, tilted his head back, and downed it.
When they were done, Cooper called out, “Got it. We’re good!”
“Wait! Give me a chance,” Pandora called out, rushing to the board. “Gordon, don’t jump down. I need a partner.”
Linnea got down while Gordon helped Pandora climb aboard. She looked sexy in her designer bikini next to the handsome man in a wet suit. Knowing Pandora’s luck, this video would probably win the challenge.