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The life of a beach bum was getting old.
Grinning a little because, yeah, those had been a great three hours of sleep, Travis headed for his temporary home.
But before he taken ten steps toward the hut, he had his hands full of a hysterical blonde. Her hair flew around him in silken ropes. He felt rather than heard the loud crack as his knee gave out, but the woman continued to grab at him, her fingers clutching his back like he was a lifeline.
Despite her violent shaking and gasping sobs, he knew the only thing keeping him from planting his face in the sand was the woman grabbing at him.
If that wasn’t annoying, he didn’t know what was.
Travis gritted his teeth against the pain and grabbed her right back. He damned well wasn’t letting go until he had his footing. After a few seconds, her continual squirming and wriggling had a different effect on his body than vicious, shooting pain.
Whoa. Now that was a sensation he hadn’t enjoyed in a long time. Too long, he figured, if a panicked woman hell-bent on knocking him on his ass was a turn on.
“Nice to meet you and all,” he said, reaching around to grasp her wrists and unleash himself from her hold. “But I think that’s enough for now.”
“No. No, no, no,” she gasped, her words breathy with terror. “You’ve got to help me.”
“As soon as you let me go.”
But instead of releasing her hold, she tried to burrow deeper.
“Lady, you grab me much harder, you’re going to be inside my skin.”
He managed to break her arm’s lock on his waist, but before he could unwrap himself, she jumped in his arms, shoving him off balance again.
Travis didn’t bother to censor his curses as he struggled to find his balance.
“What the hell is your problem?” he finally snapped, getting a firm grip on her shoulders and pushing her to arm’s length. She shook harder, her hair flying as she looked behind her then back at him.
It was the sexy blonde from earlier that afternoon, he realized. The one he’d flirted with. If this was her follow-up, it was seriously twisted.
And, based on his body’s reaction, it kinda worked.
“They’re after me. Bad men. They saw me. Police. We need the police.”
Seriously? Adjusting his weight onto his left leg, Travis rolled his eyes.
“Get a grip,” he told her.
“Dead,” she gasped, almost sobbing the words. “They killed him. He’s dead.”
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A homeschooling mom, Tawny enjoys scrapbooking, gardening and spending time with her family and dogs in her Northern California home.
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