he said, leaning into her face. She fought against him, trying for even a sliver of space, but he wouldn’t relent. “What are you doing here, Jack?” Embry bit out, continuing to struggle against his hold. His heavy thighs were crushed against hers, his body holding her flush against the wall, his hot breath coming down on her face. He smelled like a distillery. “Well, it just so happens that my dad docks his boat here. Imagine that,” he sneered. Embry’s mind spun, trying to grasp onto a single thought, anything to help her. She shook her head and continued her fruitless attempts to break free. Jack’s hands moved to the wall on either side of her head, freeing her arms. She took a deep breath, biding her time until she could catch him by surprise. “What do you want, Jack?” “I didn’t get the chance to visit with you last night. When I saw pretty boy’s truck out here, I thought I should stop in for a chat.” Jack turned his head slightly to indicate Luke’s truck, and Embry made her move.
