He’d written books around the theme of forbidden fruit, but he’d never once been tempted by it himself. Yet, he couldn’t seem to get Riley Brown out of his mind. Not to mention her lingering impact on other parts of his body. All he had to do was walk into the damn breakfast nook and he got a hard-on. It was insane. Quinn flexed his grip on the handle of the paper shopping bag he carried and glanced up at the shop signs as he walked past the row of stores circling the small square in the middle of the tiny town of Sugarberry. Other than the docks and Biggers’ place down on the pier, it was the only commercially developed area on the small island. Even with houses lining the streets extending out from the square, and those scattered along the loop road that circled the entire island, it was still largely marshland, dunes, and beach. The streets that weren’t paved, or set with bricks as they’d briefly been in some generation gone by, were most often composed of hard-packed sand and dirt, with a healthy layer of crushed shells ground in for good measure.
