Chapter 19

The kitchen was small enough that it only took one step for Delaney to close the distance between them. Then her arms were around Tara’s shoulders, and she hugged Tara close. Tara’s hands drifted to Delaney’s waist on their own, finding a comfortable spot to rest on her hips. Their clothes were growing clammy and Tara could feel the salt water making her underwear stick to her skin, but she liked the way Delaney pressed against her, here in the amber glow of the overhead light. When Delaney’s lips met hers, her rising temperature had little to do with the warmth of the summer night.

“Pop, soda, Coke, whatever,” Delaney murmured against Tara’s cheek. “If you want some, it’s in the fridge. In the meantime, I’ve saved the best part of the tour for last.”

Tara rubbed her nose against Delaney’s. “What’s that?”

Stepping back, Delaney took Tara’s hand in hers and tugged. “Right this way.”