Lib Novel Page 11
Phew, Hollis, enough. You’re not here for a holiday fling.
No, she was in hiding until things cooled off, until she could come up with a way to deal with her situation.
Maybe she should shoot a movie far away? Africa? Scandinavia? Antarctica?
Something made her turn her head, and everything inside her stilled. The powerful form of Sawyer Lane was jogging up the beach. He was only wearing black athletic shorts, and no shirt.
Her heart thudded.Holy hotness. Her mouth went dry. As he got closer, every line of his chest and abs became visible in perfect detail. A band of black ink circled one large bicep.
God, she’d seen plenty of hard bodies in Hollywood before, but Sawyer was pure muscle, and so real. He wasn’t lean and perfect, sculpted by a trainer. These were muscles he used.
Her gaze traced the deepVof muscles that disappeared into his running shorts.
He stopped a few feet away, pulling his earbuds out of his ears. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Her voice was a little hoarse.Stop staring, Hols. “You run every day?”
“No, just when I have the time to get down here. It’s my day off today.”
She waved at her towel, and he sat down beside her. She got a whiff of soap and male sweat. Her belly coiled.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I was trying to do yoga. To relax.”
He eyed her. “You don’t seem very relaxed.”
“I’m not. Yet.” She gritted her teeth. “I’m working on it.”
He was quiet for a moment. “You need to stop trying.”
She turned to look at him. “What?”
“You’re overthinking it.”
“I’mreallygood at overthinking.”
He snorted. “It’s like when you’re trying to go to sleep, and you’re concentrating on it really hard, and it does the opposite.”
“Oh, I’m well acquainted with that, too.”
“You running from something, Hollis?”
His deep voice shivered through her, and she turned to look at the ocean. “No. I’m just an overworked actress who needs to learn to relax.”
He stayed silent.
“I promise,” she said. “There are no horrid tabloid exclusives I’m running from, or rumored pregnancies.”
His gaze dropped to her belly.
Hollis was really glad she was wearing her cute, mint-green leggings and matching top.
“Jealous boyfriend?” he asked
“No. No boyfriend.”
“Crazy stalker?”