Chapter 57

At fifty yards or so from the beach, he paused to get his bearings. He tossed his head to get the hair out of his eyes and treaded water, and looked back at the shore. It was just to see how far he had come, he assured himself.

The freaking guy was standing by his lover again. Tom was shielding his eyes and gazing up at him, laughing at something the little twerp said.

Jack didn’t precisely see red, but…

Hell, who was he trying to kid? He saw red.

He struck out for the shore. Stiff-legged, he walked up the white sandy beach and dropped down on the chaise beside his lover. “I’ve had enough swimming for now. I’m going to work on my tan.”

“Okay, Jack. Want me to put some sunscreen on for you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay.” Tom settled himself on his back, but Limpdick didn’t take the hint and leave.

Instead, he cleared his throat. “I really am sorry about the Frisbee almost hitting you. It was careless of…me…to let it go out of control like that.”