The Sun and the Moon (Giving You ... #1) Read Online Free

joggers, runners, and roller bladers go by on the paved path that wended its way between the parking lot and the beach. Picnickers lingered nearby on a grassy bluff beyond the walkway, before the rocks and sand, playing loud reggae music. Six seagulls plotted an attack on the picnickers' cheese puffs, by slowly surrounding them and hopping forward furtively. The slight wind through the evenly placed palm trees made them sway. I had a good view of the surfers. The waves came into shore, small and regular, and there were plenty of surfers out on the waves. The sun sat overhead, although not directly, and it made the water sparkle. Just the place to relax.
    I knew that I needed to get back to the office and stay late doing trial prep, but sustenance was important, too. I was careful not to unwrap too much of my burrito at once, and was rewarded for my efforts by not getting any of it on me or my suit. I sipped my Diet Coke, abiding by the ancient girl law that required you to order a diet drink when you indulged in way too many calories from food. As I not-so-daintily inhaled my burrito, I watched as a group of surfers made their way out of the water.
    The black, wetsuited bodies waded in the shallow tide, surfboards under their arms.  They walked along the sand below the parking area, heading towards the rocks between the sand and the grassy picnic area.
    I realized, as I watched a small group of four of them, that the body of one of them looked familiar.
    Very familiar.
    I held my breath. I realized that it was him. Of course, it was him. Sun God. Damn gravitational pull. I'd recognize those sunny, curly, shiny, dark blond locks anywhere.
    Ryan walked out of the water, a Channel Islands short board under his arm, made his way carefully across the sand by the water, and gingerly up the rocks to the parking lot, which was up on a small bluff. He stopped at the patch of grass directly in front of my car, about twenty yards away. He hadn't noticed me, but I had a good view of him from my vantage point. He set his surfboard down carefully, and used the long cord on his back to slowly, oh so slowly, pull the zipper down on the back of his wetsuit, first taking out one arm, then the other, so that the wetsuit folded down. He was bare-chested.
    Now there was a sight.
    Golden skin. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist and hips. Surprisingly, no tattoos. He was lanky and lean, but defined. Wet looked good on him.
    He grabbed a towel that had been left on the grassy area and ran it through his hair so that it was going every which way—making him even more sexy, if that was possible—and then he dried off his torso. Don't mind me , I thought as I stared. I was just perving on a coffee shop surfer dude. Nothing to see here.
    His buddies joined him soon after, and he talked with them quietly, though I couldn't hear what he was saying with the sound of the waves and the seagulls and the reggae stoner music from the picnickers. At one point, he stretched his arms overhead and some more muscles popped. Yeah, that was nice scenery. Nope, not looking at his back. Nor his ass. Nope. Not me.
    After a bit, he picked up his surfboard, his towel wrapped around his neck, and turned away from the beach and toward me.
    I got a shot of abs. Wow. His wetsuit hung down his hips and displayed the most beautiful surfer abs. They were taut, lean, and ended in a V, which went to, ahem.
    Then he saw me and walked straight toward me. As he came closer, it was all I could do not to drool over the leather interior of my car. Holy happy trail. Right down below his belly button. Where his wetsuit was hanging. Yep. There. Did I mention happy trail?
    I was definitely losing it.
    "Amelia."
    He remembered my name. That was a good thing because around him, I plainly forgot it. I also forgot my snark. And everything else. He smiled at me and then walked past, turned, and set the surfboard and towel in the bed of the truck next to me.
    Seriously?
    I’d parked next to the Sun