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She moved around him, shattering the steamy atmosphere, and started pulling out Tupperwares of food.

“I’ve got sandwiches. Some sliced apples. More strawberries. Chocolate-chip cookies and bottled waters are at the bottom.”

“Hmm, a feast. Are you trying to distract me with food so I’ll stop kissing you?”

His direct question made her cheeks burn. “We’re in public.”

“So, I can’t kiss you when other people are watching?” he asked, making little finger hearts on her jean-clad thigh.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” She grabbed his hand and set it back in his lap. “Behave.”

“I can’t help it. You bring out the naughty parts of me.”

Hannah laughed. “Eat something, and maybe I’ll let you kiss me some more.”

“Maybe?” He tackled her back onto the blanket, and Hannah’s breath whooshed out as he landed on top of her. “Maybe you’ll let me?”

When his fingers found her ticklish ribs, she squealed and hollered, laughter erupting from her as she begged him to stop.

“Mercy, mercy!”

“I have no mercy!” He got her in the armpit, and she couldn’t breathe, she was laughing so hard.

“Please, you . . . You can kiss me. Just . . . stop.”

Blake stopped and hovered over her, his hazel eyes twinkling. “Victory.”

This time as he kissed her, she was too lost in the warmth and feel of him to worry about anyone watching.

BLAKE LAY ON his back with his head in Hannah’s lap, listening to her hum as she trailed her fingers through his hair. His eyes were closed against the bright sunlight, and he stroked the back of the hand she was drumming against his chest.

“Thank you for the day,” he said suddenly.

Her hand stilled on his forehead. “I didn’t do anything. You drove and carried me out here—”

He opened his eyes and reached up to cover her mouth with his hand. “But it was your idea. You said you wanted to show me the beach, and you made that delicious lunch. So, thank you for making this such a great day.”

“It would have been better if you didn’t have to break your back carrying me.”

“I don’t have to carry you. I just figured you’d be more comfortable if you didn’t have to struggle across the sand. Besides, the sprain was kind of my fault, anyway.”

“Stop it. It’s my fault I’m a klutz.”

He tangled their fingers together. “What else?”

“What?”

“I want to know more about who you are.”

Hannah went back to playing with his hair. “I don’t know. I’m an only child, as far as I know.”

“What does that mean, as far as you know?”

“Well, I assume I’m an only child. I’ve never tried to find out anything about my birth mother. For all I know, I have enough siblings to make a football team.”

Blake tilted his head so he could see her face better. With the sun shining almost directly behind her, it hurt his eyes. “Did you ever want to meet her?”

“Nope. I have a mother already, and as far as I’m concerned, there is nothing I’d gain from meeting her. I’ve read stories about people always feeling as if they were missing something, but I never did.”