Georgia's eyes widened in shock the moment she realized she was staring straight at Nick's firmly toned ass, but before her brain could even process the scene, her attention whipped back to the movement in the bush.
"You—!" Nick growled, yanking up his pants and swatting away her hand, which still awkwardly clutched the waistband.
"Don't touch me! Seriously, do not touch me again! You're a walking disaster!" he barked, clearly more humiliated than angry. Without giving her a chance to respond, he marched straight toward the rustling bush, his temper outweighing whatever danger might be lurking inside.
"Nick, wait—!" Georgia called, but he didn't even glance back.
Fuming, Nick shoved the thick leaves aside, ready to face a monster, only to freeze as a sluggish green-brown shape crawled out from beneath the foliage… and waddled slowly toward the ocean.
Nick blinked. "A turtle? You made me flash you and panic over a freaking turtle?!"
