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I can already hear the tabloid rats squeaking.
Foster’s new fling! Younger, hotter, and sweeter than Miss Dumas? Did we mention younger?
New heartbreak, ahoy! Meet Shepherd Foster’s stunning new victim.
A new mistress for Aidan Murphy’s nephew! Will she come out of it alive?
Fuck.
I swallow a lump of tension that feels like solid lead.
What I should have done is vetoed this whole idea, no matter how adorable she looked trying to sell me on otters, batting her eyes.
Olympia, field testing our drones, the damned otters, everything.
The fact that she’s scared to death over her presentation tells me she put the proper effort in.
The proposal is probably fine without this excursion.
The wind smacks my face, disrupting my melancholy.
It’s a brisk morning as I pace around the beach, checking my equipment for the seventh time.
If we’re going to do something monumentally stupid, we’d better do it right.
I’ve got everything that was on my list. Hopefully, Destiny comes prepped with everything I instructed her to bring.
I offered to provide it myself, but she insisted on lone wolfing it.
Here’s hoping she hasn’t gone for the budget options.
A rough and tumble venture like this requires the right gear, and I always opt for quality.
Five minutes before our agreed meeting time—eight a.m. to make sure we’re in full light—Destiny arrives, already in her wet suit.
I’m lucky my jaw doesn’t hit the ground.
Full body with curves for miles stuffed in a skintight suit.
Long legs, man-eating hips, the slim dip of her waist, all on full display like a brunch buffet.
Every blessed bit of her begging for my hands.
It’s so tempting I have to ball my fingers into fists and stop just short of fucking biting them.
Jim Carrey inThe Maskhas nothing on what I’m feeling as I try to tear my eyes off her prancing around in that wet suit.
She raises a hand when she sees me, oblivious to the fact that I’m one brush away from blowing in my pants like a boy on prom night.
“Hi,” she says shyly.
Hi? Fucking hi?
At least she came prepared, I suppose.
“You’re here,” I say curtly.
On time, I don’t say.
