QUOTE : Digging into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and stood staring down at the screen as a series of emotions ran through me.<br /><br /><b>Beau: Meet me at the hole.</b><br /><br />The hole was a small lake on the farthest part of Sawyer’s property. Beau wanted to meet me out there alone? Why? My heart sped up thinking about what it was Beau was planning. I shifted my eyes to the romance novel I’d been going to read and decided that an afternoon back in the woods with Beau Vincent would be more exciting. Guilt was somewhere inside me, trying hard to beat its way past the sudden wicked need to do something wrong. Before I could come to my senses and change my mind, I replied:<br /><br /><b>Me: Be there in 15.</b><br /><br />My heart hammered against my chest with nervous excitement, or maybe it was the fear of getting caught. I wasn’t really doing anything wrong. I mean, Beau was my friend--sort of. He was lonely too. It wasn’t like I was going to the hole to make out with him. He probably just wanted to finish the conversation we’d had in his truck last night. He was sober now. More than likely he just wanted to clarify that he hadn’t meant for me to take anything the wrong way. It wasn’t like we were going to go swimming together or anything.<br /><br /><b>Beau: Wear a swimsuit.</b><br /><br />Okay. Maybe we were going to go swimming.