For one weak moment, she allowed herself to wonder if she was making a mistake. But no. Last resorts were, by definition, never mistakes. When one had no choice, one couldn’t choose badly, right? Still, what had seemed like a workable idea in Bob’s office felt a bit less reasonable outside James ...
She’d never seen him move faster than a reluctant trot, now that she thought of it. Which was fine with her, considering the wicked intent she’d recognized in those Caribbean-blue eyes back on the dock. Lord knew she didn’t want the guy moving any faster than absolutely necessary. She spotted a k...