"That was embarrassing," I say as I stand and help Emily brush the sand from her back.

"So, you're embarrassed to kiss me?" she says, a playful twinkle in her eye.

"No." I laugh. "I'm embarrassed we got caught like that."

"Don't be." She adjusts her ponytail. "Jason shouldn't have been spying on us."

I frown. "He wasn't spying. We're on the beach, out in the open for everyone to see us."

She glares at me. "Why are you suddenly ...