Okay, so she’d gotten a little ahead of herself. But holy shit, seeing Tana and Sasha going at it had unhinged her. Kota lifted his heavy head off her shoulder. Dreamy blue eyes gazed into hers. “Are they still doing it?” She peeked over his shoulde...
“Perfect.” “Told you,” Mick called from the float. “Even Miss Narrow Comfort Zone can’t complain.” She flicked water so it spattered across his suntanned chest. Mick was lucky. Unlike her, he never had to worry about burning. He was always browned up from skiing the Rockies or snorkeling in Cozum...
