Sleet Princess (Sleet #4)

7. Luke

Luke

I sit up from my reclined position, the pink swimsuit catching my attention. “Gotcha, Princess.”

Standing from my beach lounger, I pull my shirt up over my head.

“Yeah, that doesn’t make you sound like a stalker at all,” Jacob mumbles, draping his arm over his eyes.

I ignore him. And head toward the water.