“Please tell me you’re wearing a swimsuit under that towel.”
Juniper shook her head slowly.
“No swimsuit, no clothes…so can we please just get—”
I cut her off with an irritated groan, scrubbing a hand over my face. When I dropped it, my eyes flicked over Juniper, unable to resist myself.
“Where the fuck are your clothes?”
“Jace stole them from the beach when we were swimming.”
“Fucking asshole,” I grunted. “He didn’t see you, did he?”
Both my sister and Juniper shook their heads.
But I was still going to kick Jace’s ass.
“Can we just go?” Juniper whined with a defiant little stop. “We can fix the car later.”
I watched as a little shiver worked through her. Without thinking, I whipped my shirt off, walked it over to her, and stuffed it over her head. She didn’t complain as she snuck her arms through the sleeves and wrapped them around her, hugging my shirt to her chest.
I turned around, not liking what the image did to me.
“I’m fixing it now. I’ll be quick,” I mumbled. “I’m not letting you drench my fucking car in lake water.”
“Can I help?” Juniper offered as I crouched in front of her busted tire. I heard the sound of gravel crunching as she took a step forward, and I gritted my teeth.
“No, just—stay over there,” I rasped. “Please.”
Juniper’s sigh was like a cool breeze on this otherwise hot summer night.
“Fine.”
