The familiar voice of Tate’s GPS echoed throughout his Jeep, interrupting the soft sounds of Christmas music. This couldn’t be right. Could it? He pulled onto the side of the road. His navigation system had taken him down a dark and twisty path for the last fifteen minutes. There were few homes o...
Miles took off his aviator sunglasses and placed them on his head. It had been two hours since the kissing incident and Kate was hiding out at the hotel’s beachfront bar. “Lauren caught you kissing Drew?” She nodded. “You’re not hearing things.” “On...