“You two know each other?” Sally asked.

“We, ah, met here. At the resort,” Julia answered, voice a little unsure as she looked at Luke. “But I haven’t seen him around for a bit.”

“How could you miss him?” Harry joked.

Luke folded the fabric, tucking it tight to keep it from coming loose. His hand brushed the delicate skin of her wrist and she shivered. He paused. “Ticklish?”

“A bit,” she admitted, questions still lurking in her hazel eyes.

His mouth went dry and his mind went blank. He’d thought of a hundred things to say to her the next time he saw her, and now he couldn’t think of one.

After an agonizing beat of silence, Julia glanced down. “Oh, my.” The corner of her mouth tilted. “Someone is showing a shocking amount of leg.”

Grateful for the reprieve, Luke exhaled, following the direction of her gaze, to where his coveralls stopped midcalf. When he’d pulled on the uniform, his jeans had gotten bunched up inside the leg holes and he hadn’t bothered trying to fix it, an oversight he now regretted. Embarrassed, he bent down and yanked on the hem of his jeans, pulling them over his exposed shins and ankles. “There.” He straightened. “Is that better?”

“Not really.” Julia bit her lip, but it didn’t stop the smile from taking over her whole mouth. “You look ridiculous.”

“Just wait until I put on the goggles.”

She laughed.

“If you’re laughing at me, I don’t blame you,” Andie said. She was sprawled out on the floor, rolling up the bottoms of her coveralls.

“We were just discussing how sexy these paintball uniforms are.” Julia posed, placing a hand on her waist and popping her hip out to the side.

“Stunning.” Andie got to her feet and stuck out a leg. “I had to roll the cuffs on these so many times I look like I’m wearing leg warmers.”

“Somebody might be really into that,” Luke suggested.

“If they have an eighties fetish, sure,” Andie snorted. “Let me go grab my ripped off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and I’ll be set.”

“What’s wrong with liking the nineteen eighties?”

Instead of answering him, Andie gestured at his uniform. “Hey, you’re blue too!”

“I am,” Luke agreed. The players were divided by uniform color: red and blue. “Looks like we’re on the same team.”

Andie cracked her knuckles. “As long we kick ass, I’m not complaining.”

“Where’s your other friend?” he asked Julia.

She eyed him with a hint of suspicion. “Why?”