Free Saving This (The McCallans #5) by Hadley Quinn Page A

found plenty of high quality brands in every size imaginable. It was like a little rental shop right in the garage.
    Max appeared in the doorway, still in just a pair of shorts. He seemed disgruntled that she’d woken him up. Or…maybe it was because she was being pushy.
    “Do you need me to dress you?” she asked, pinning him down with her gaze.
    He arched an eyebrow at her, and there was that cocky little smirk at the corner of his mouth again. “The question is… Do you want to dress me? Because first you’ll have to undress me.” He tugged at his waistband, and she was positive he was not wearing any underwear.
    Anna felt the heat form in her cheeks immediately. What if he dropped his drawers right there in front of her? God, that would be pretty fucking awesome!
    Wait. No. Oh shit, this was not one of those scenarios where the guy and girl are passionately hot for one another and—
    “Go grab some clothes,” she shooed him away with her hand, interrupting her own thoughts. She was flustered as she yanked a wetsuit off the rack and mumbled, “Pretty sure this is your size. I’ll meet you out front.”
    “Pretty sure I know my own size,” Max replied evenly, folding his arms across his nicely built chest.
    Anna dropped the suit on the garage floor dramatically and turned for the side exit. “Perfect. Then hurry up and grab what you need.”
    She waited outside by her Tahoe for more than ten minutes. Finally he came out the side door with a board and a wetsuit. He was dressed in a pair of baggy Nike sweats and a slim-fitting t-shirt, plus a sweatshirt draped over his shoulder. He looked extremely delicious…until he opened his mouth.
    “I’m ready, drill sergeant.”
    She didn’t have a reply. She just watched him toss his things into the back, and then hook the board up to the rack on top with hers like a pro. She was glad he was capable of doing that on his own, thinking she may have prematurely judged him as a pampered, over-coddled pretty boy. Possibly she should just shut her mouth.
    He climbed into the passenger’s seat without a word, and the second he did, he was on his phone, thumbing away.
    Fine. She’d give him the silence. She had music on as she backed out of the driveway and focused on that while she headed south, stopping only once for drive-thru coffee.
    The Oregon Coast was an interesting area. Not only was the surf a lot different than California’s, but the conditions were so schizophrenic sometimes. This morning was no exception. It was extremely overcast, but that was no surprise for such an early hour.
    After thirty minutes, she noticed that Max was now watching the scenery go by, and when she passed the sign for Devil’s Punch Bowl, he finally made a grunting sound.
    “That sounds inviting,” he murmured.
    “Good,” Anna grinned. “Because that’s where we’re headed.”
    “Fantastic.”
    “Kidding. But close to it.”
    She liked his dry humor, but even though she didn’t mind the silence during the drive, she wished he would talk to her instead. She’d been up here for almost a week already without so much as a full conversation with anyone.
    “How’s your work coming along?” she took a chance asking as they pulled in to park. She had no idea what he’d been working on if it wasn’t acting in a movie and assumed he’d just been feeding her an excuse.
    He shrugged, but answered, “Pretty good, I think. Looks like it’s a go for now.”
    “And what is ‘it’?” she asked as they both climbed out of the Tahoe.
    He chose not to answer but she didn’t exactly care—it was his business—but he’d stripped his shirt off and dropped his sweats, and he was standing there in just a pair of snug jammer shorts. It was probably the only thing that would have distracted her from not getting a reply.
    And when he looked up, the little smile on his face was telltale that he’d caught her staring at him.

Chapter Nine
     
    She could seem like your typical surfer