Abby was chatty as we walked down the footpath toward the beach, and I felt pretty damn special when I noticed how many times she glanced my way, until I realized she was actually eyeing the bag of food. I needed to feed this girl now. I was about to tell her we’d be eating soon when her cell started to ring. Or rather, sing. It was a Beatles song, one I recognized from summers at my grandparents’ house. She didn’t answer it, but her latest glance at the food bag had moved up to my face. I didn’t mind her gaze lingering on me—it gave me a chance to gaze back unchecked, taking in her serious hotness. But when I felt a non-food-related craving coming on, I snapped out of it. “Hey, there.” I gestured at the front pocket of her shorts. “Are you going to answer that, or do you expect me to go in after it? And I’m only half kidding.” Abby blinked like she was coming out of the same spell I’d just been under.
