As soon as Wade parked—he had a spot close to the lake and a quick walk over grass to the sand—I hopped out and took off my shoes. When Preston and Wade made it around to me, I gave them a raised eyebrow in the moonlight and silently demanded they join in. Wade shrugged and leaned his perfect butt against the hood so he could pull off his shoes. Preston gave me a sigh that made me laugh, but sat on the running board and did the same.
When both men were barefoot, I grabbed Wade’s hand and tugged him toward the beach. It took only a moment for Preston to catch up, and when he did, he took Wade’s other hand. Once again, Wade was between us. But it was good, right, and exactly how it should be. We were a unit of three walking down the beach and I couldn’t even begin to put into words how perfect I felt in that moment.