He scanned the water and saw the dark, adult-sized head surface, bobbing, arms flailing in the rip current. Damn. Didn’t the asshole see the flags up? The signs? No swimming meant no swimming. He raced over, meeting Morgan, the lifeguard on duty’s grim gaze as she flew down the steps. He grabbed...
Chase asked as he opened the gun cases he placed on the shooting bench later that morning. There were two rifles in one case. Kate hadn’t much practice with them, and was unsure of the models. The other case held two handguns, both .45s. She leaned in and wished it wasn’t so hard not to touch him...
He rolled and covered Jordan with the sheet, careful not to disturb the intertwining of their legs with his movements. Jordan, so handsome, conflicted, and sad. Definitely sad, and echoes of Jordan’s grief could be seen and heard often, in a fleeting flicker of pain, in the hoarseness of his voic...
Charlotte kicked out of her clothes and waited, just to see what he would do with the options. His hand returned, tentative, splaying across her belly. “Your scar. Surgery?” “Yes. Many scars, many surgeries.” She shoved his hand lower, off her bikini line and the horizontal scar there. She was me...