His insides were a fucked-up mess. He swallowed hard to keep from puking his guts right there on the damned beach. He stalked away as quickly as he could without running, furious with himself, furious with her, furious with the motherfucking ocean for fucking existing. Of all the women he had to fall in love with, why in the hell did it have to be a freaking mermaid who loved the ocean? Hold up there, brother. Fall in love with? Uh . . . no. That was a bit of a stretch. He’d only just met her a few weeks ago. Fence paused, a surge of nausea getting the best of him, and gripped a sapling oak. Curling his other fingers tightly into a fist and concentrating, he managed to keep from vomiting his pussy-assed weakness all over the place. Jesus. He was going to have to just stay the hell away from her now.
