Free So Much More by Elizabeth Adams

ground. “I’ll go see.” He said absently, heading off in the direction of the bar.
    He looked around for a little while, not seeing his sister or Angie, and was about to give up when he heard his sister giggle. “Stella?” He called out questioningly.
    “Dean?” She stepped out from behind a tallish guy with dark hair. “Hey, I wondered if you’d be here. This is Shawn. Shawn, my brother Dean.”
    “Hey,” Dean greeted vaguely. “Where’s Angie? I thought she went with you to the club.”
    Stella’s eyes narrowed in on his. “She’s around here somewhere. Why do you ask?”
    He shrugged, trying to play it off. “I just haven’t seen her. Thought about heading back to the condo and if she was ready I’d take her with me.”
    “Mmm hmm.” She pursed her lips, a sure sign she wasn’t eating what he was dishing. “Some guy grabbed on to her as soon as we got here so she’ll probably want to stay.”
    Jealously flared like flash fire. Dean clenched his teeth and jammed his fists into his pockets so his little sister wouldn’t see his aggravation. “Which way did she go? I’ll just make sure before I leave.” Stella waved her hand in what he assumed was a direction and glared at him. He wasn’t fooling her any. He mentally sighed. Oh well, he hadn’t come right out and said it so Angie couldn’t get pissed at him for it.
    He moved to leave then stopped, “Oh, and when you’re ready to go, find David because I’m taking the Jeep and he won’t have a ride.”

Chapter Twelve
     
    He walked the beach for five minutes before he found Angie sitting on a beach chair away from the crowd, watching the waves contentedly. “I’ve been looking for you.” He stood over her, hands in his pockets, aggravation abating now that he saw she was alone.
    She jumped, looking up at him with startled eyes. “Oh thank god. I thought you were that idiot Stella shoved at me earlier. I’ve been dodging him for the past fifteen minutes.”
    Dean sat down at her bare feet, taking in their delicateness before moving them to lie across his lap. He ran his thumb up her arch, enjoying her slight tremor at his touch. “The way Stella told it was that you wouldn’t be leaving any time soon thanks to the guy you picked up.”
    Angie laughed and rested her arms above her head, obviously enjoying his massaging of her foot. He wouldn’t mind massaging a bit higher up her leg.  “Well, she was a bit busy with Shane, or Shawn, whatever his name was. I’m surprised she had time to throw the guy in my direction. But she was right about one thing. I’m not ready to go back to the condo. I just want to sit here and enjoy the waves. It’s part of the vacation experience, enjoying the beach at night.”
    He moved up her arch to the ball of her foot. She moaned and closed her eyes as he pressed his thumb in and rubbed. “One more day. Are you ready to go home yet?”
    “Not even close to ready. Tomorrow I want to spend the whole day at the beach, soaking up the sun and swimming with the fish.”
    “Sounds pretty great.” But he wasn’t feeling like it was great. He wasn’t ready for the vacation to end either. Once they went home then life was back to normal. Wasn’t that what he had told her to expect? The end of the vacation was the end of their fling?
    He moved up her body, pressing himself into her as he went. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Her arms moved around his neck and she pulled him closer, her lips pressing into his.
    “This is pretty great to.” She whispered against his mouth. His hands moved up the silk tank top she wore until they were right under her breasts, his hands encircling her rib cage. He just wanted to feel her, nothing else. Commit every inch of her to his memory.
    Music started playing from the bar, a slow song, a husky male voice accompanied by a guitar, singing a remake of Dean Martin’s You Belong To Me. Dean was the farthest thing from a sap a person could get. But the moment just