Backwoods. Jill Sorenson

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СКАЧАТЬ reached the top of the first mountain and paused to take in the view of Echo Lake, nestled in the valley below. It was a gorgeous blue oval, surrounded by white granite rock formations and tall pine trees.

      “Let’s have lunch here,” Brooke said.

      It was a good place to stop. Nathan could keep an eye on the trail, though he doubted the strange duo had followed. They shrugged out of their backpacks and sat in the shade of a sturdy oak tree. Nathan was sweating like crazy. So was Leo. Abby looked hot and bothered in an attractive, post-orgasmic way. Brooke didn’t even appear winded. She passed out a lunch of mixed nuts and oranges.

      “This is our only fresh fruit for the trip, so enjoy it.”

      They did. Nathan was ravenous. He tried not to notice Abby’s ample chest or her hollow cheeks as she sucked on an orange slice. She’d be stripping down to her bathing suit soon, so he needed to get a grip. Think about something else.

      “Lydia tells me you’re a runner,” Nathan said to Brooke.

      She took a sip of water, nodding.

      “Long-distance or sprint?”

      “I do the 800 meter, which is considered medium-distance. Also the 100-meter dash.”

      “What’s your time for the 100?”

      “11.7.”

      “No shit?”

      “No shit.”

      That was fast. Half of the boys on his roster couldn’t beat her, and some of them were major-league bound. “Did you get an athletic scholarship?”

      “It was part athletic, part merit.”

      Nathan arched a brow at Leo, who was on academic probation at Humboldt State University. Leo had maintained a 3.0 GPA in high school without exerting much effort, so Nathan knew he could do better.

      “You don’t pay my tuition,” Leo said, defensive.

      That was true. Ray and Lydia were funding Leo’s studies. “I’m impressed by the achievement, not the cost savings.”

      Abby touched Nathan’s elbow. It was the same gesture she’d used to keep Brooke quiet. “Do you play any sports?” she asked Leo.

      “He surfs,” Brooke said.

      This was news to Nathan. “Really?”

      “We stopped by Mavericks after Christmas,” Brooke said.

      Nathan felt the blood drain from his face. He’d never been to Mavericks Beach, but he’d heard the waves were huge. Not for amateurs.

      Abby let go of his elbow. “You didn’t.”

      “We did,” Brooke said, smiling. “Leo gave me a ride to Berkeley, and I wanted to check out the waves. I stayed on the beach while he went surfing.”

      When Nathan pictured Leo paddling out into a raging sea, pressure built in his chest. “Why would you take such a stupid risk? What if you’d gotten held under, and Brooke drowned trying to save you?”

      “She wouldn’t have come in after me,” Leo said, rolling his eyes. “The waves were only ten or fifteen feet high that day, and there were other surfers in the water. It wasn’t that dangerous. I didn’t even catch anything.”

      Nathan wiped his hand over his mouth. Sometimes he could still taste the cool bite of a gin and tonic. He recognized cravings for what they were now. He was better at identifying stress and other triggers.

      His emotions always ran high with Leo. There was no one he cared about more, no one who could make him as scared or angry. Nathan had to learn how to communicate with his son, and he was terrified of failing.

      He took a deep breath, thinking back. His interactions with Brooke had been effortless. Why couldn’t he talk to Leo that way?

      “I can’t wait to go swimming,” Brooke said. “I’m melting in this heat.”

      Nathan used the hem of his shirt to blot his face. It was too hot to yell at Leo. He didn’t like feeling this way, tense and unhappy, but he couldn’t flip a switch to change the past. He couldn’t make his son love him again.

      They hiked the short distance from the top of the mountain to the shore. The lake was even more beautiful up close, crystal blue and fresh-looking. The entire area had been carved by glaciers, which had left giant pools in the granite. There was a sandy beach on one side near an island of towering boulders.

      “I bet I can climb those rocks and dive off,” Brooke said, shrugging out of her backpack and placing it on the sand.

      “Don’t you dare,” Abby said.

      “The water’s really deep, Mom.”

      “We should test it first,” Leo said. “Depth can be deceiving.”

      Brooke listened to Leo, rather than her mother. “Okay.”

      The four of them sat down to unlace their hiking boots. Brooke tugged off her shorts and tank top, revealing a striped bikini. “Hurry up,” she said to Leo, who seemed to have forgotten what he was doing.

      Leo fumbled to remove his high-tops and lame T-shirt.

      Nathan resisted the urge to glance at Abby as she undressed. It would be rude to stare, hoping for a wardrobe malfunction. He imagined her breasts jiggling as she pulled her shirt over her head. Not looking also seemed weird—he wasn’t a horny teenager, incapable of acting cool. So he waited until he thought it was safe and...

      Gulp.

      Her suit wasn’t as skimpy at Brooke’s, but her body made it sexier. Or maybe he just didn’t see Brooke the same way because of her age and relationship to Leo. Abby was a mature woman, fair game for ogling. Her simple blue bikini accentuated her figure. She had pale skin and mouthwatering curves.

      “Ever heard of manscaping?” Leo asked.

      The question interrupted Nathan’s perusal. It took him a second to realize Leo was referring to the hair on his chest, which narrowed to a strip over his abdomen. Nathan had never heard any complaints from women about it. He glanced at Leo, noting that he had the smooth, sculpted torso of a male model. “You wax your chest?”

      “No. I don’t have to.”

      “But you’re saying I should?”

      “Totally. Body hair is disgusting.”

      “My mom likes it,” Brooke said.

      Abby jerked her gaze from Nathan’s stomach. “Brooke!”

      “What? You do.” She waded into the lake. “I think it’s kind of sexy, too. On guys.” Smiling at Leo, she dived into the water and swam away.

      Nathan figured Brooke was being outrageous to tease Leo, who frowned at her retreating form. Abby escaped the awkward situation by submerging herself in the lake. СКАЧАТЬ