Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. “Sawyer.” In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes. Oh, God. “Sawyer, what are we doing?” she whispered. He shook his head. “No f#cking clue.
Jill ShalvisOh my God," Maddie whispered, horrified. "I rented him that boat. Does that make me a murderer?" Tara's heart clutched. "He's not dead yet." "Hurry," Maddie called to Ford. "I can't be the one who killed Tara's ex!" I look terrible in orange!
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