It was one of those rare moments since the summer had started where Beckett was content. Beyond ecstatic actually. Cleo was all the way in the back of his mind, it was easy to push the image of her naked form to the back of his psyche when he was busy with Tyler, Gabe, and Nick. And even easier when they were at the lakehouse. He had decided it was time to get out of the house, the state even. Because Cleo had been doing nothing but driving him to the end of his wits. And when he jumped out of the range rover with the guys, whatever heavy weight burdening his shoulders was immediately lifted. Rays of sunshine sparkled off the water of the lake, and the tall, bright green pines swayed softly in the breeze. Holy fuck he loved this place. He spied the boat on the docks by the shoreline, and the jet-skis next to it. It took them a matter of minutes to unload all their luggage, pick rooms and get changed to head off on the boat.
Beckett was sitting in the main sitting room with Gabe and Nick, waiting on Tyler to get his shit together. They would head out on the speedboat, for some brews and buds before coming back for more hard alcohol. He was about to yell out for his friend to hurry the fuck up when a voice pulled him from his reverie. A soft, feminine voice that was vaguely familiar, and far away. His brows furrowed, and his stomach dropped at the possibility before the front doors were flung open.
