near their cove. It didn't hover long in any one spot.
Kyle had her sandwiched between the boat and his big body. Rianna couldn't move, so she finally slid her free arm around his waist and let him tread water for both of them. A shiver raced over her as her palm slid over his hard, flat stomach, but it had nothing to do with fear. She pressed herself closer, peering over his shoulder and putting her mouth near his ear.
"You don't think we could be seen or attacked from the air, do you?" She found it hard to believe that anyone could have tracked their escape. They'd been so careful.
"Tracked maybe, but not attacked. Haroldson's men wouldn't be that stupid, but they could be searching by air."
"That logo looks more like a resort emblem. The owners probably police the area, don't they? Or maybe they're doing some promotional tours."
"It wouldn't take much for Haroldson to finagle a free ride for his goons. He's a wealthy man and could pretend to have an interest in the resort operation."
"They probably take prospective clients out for joy rides," she said, absently wondering how his body could be so warm in the chill of the water. Everywhere they touched, she felt the heat of him. "I'll bet this place is impressive from the air."
He nodded, and they watched the helicopter depart, knowing they shouldn't move out of hiding until it could no longer be seen or heard.
As the drone of the engine faded, she became even more aware of how their bodies were entwined. The hair on his thighs tickled hers, sending little shivers of reaction over her skin. Her breasts, stomach and thighs were tightly pressed against his broad back and tight rear, stimulating every tiny nerve.
Excitement sung through her veins. This sexy renegade stirred her senses as no other man had ever done. It wouldn't do to let him know how easily he could throw her hormones into a tizzy. She tried to ease some space between them so that he wouldn't feel how tightly her nipples had hardened.
"I think it's safe now," he said, pulling free of her grasp and shoving himself clear of the boat.
Missing the feel of him the instant he moved, Rianna took a slow, deep breath. After regaining some control, she hauled herself up the ladder on legs that quivered. Kyle threatened her hard-won independence. She was beginning to care too much. So much so that his smile and his touch made her ache with longing. And he'd slipped past her emotional guard—that worried her even more.
She showered while he finished cleaning the fish, then he took his turn in the shower. Subdued, and lost in their own thoughts, they grilled their fish and shared a quiet lunch.
Shortly afterward, they pulled up anchor and headed back toward the cove where he'd found the jogging trail the previous day. Rianna contented herself with watching the speedboats, tubers and Jet Skiers who zipped by them, but she didn't venture on deck.
By mid-afternoon, they'd dropped anchor again, and Kyle announced that he wanted to take another run. He warned her to keep her gun within reach and to listen for a return of the helicopter. They repeated the transfer of his shoes, socks and gun. She watched until he'd swum to shore, strapped the gun to his ankle and donned his socks and shoes. Then he climbed the boulders that lined the bank.
Once he'd disappeared from view, she changed into her lime-green bikini and pulled a white T-shirt over it. She'd swim and work on her tan when Kyle returned, but in the meantime, planned to finish her book while she waited.
As interesting as she found the story, she quickly grew too restless to concentrate. An instinctive edginess propelled her toward the back of the boat. It was hard to stay cooped up inside when the sunshine and water beckoned, but she knew that wasn't the real problem. The scare this morning had her senses on high alert. She decided to watch the water traffic from the back of the boat until her partner returned.
Moving to the windowed back door, she watched
Kyle had her sandwiched between the boat and his big body. Rianna couldn't move, so she finally slid her free arm around his waist and let him tread water for both of them. A shiver raced over her as her palm slid over his hard, flat stomach, but it had nothing to do with fear. She pressed herself closer, peering over his shoulder and putting her mouth near his ear.
"You don't think we could be seen or attacked from the air, do you?" She found it hard to believe that anyone could have tracked their escape. They'd been so careful.
"Tracked maybe, but not attacked. Haroldson's men wouldn't be that stupid, but they could be searching by air."
"That logo looks more like a resort emblem. The owners probably police the area, don't they? Or maybe they're doing some promotional tours."
"It wouldn't take much for Haroldson to finagle a free ride for his goons. He's a wealthy man and could pretend to have an interest in the resort operation."
"They probably take prospective clients out for joy rides," she said, absently wondering how his body could be so warm in the chill of the water. Everywhere they touched, she felt the heat of him. "I'll bet this place is impressive from the air."
He nodded, and they watched the helicopter depart, knowing they shouldn't move out of hiding until it could no longer be seen or heard.
As the drone of the engine faded, she became even more aware of how their bodies were entwined. The hair on his thighs tickled hers, sending little shivers of reaction over her skin. Her breasts, stomach and thighs were tightly pressed against his broad back and tight rear, stimulating every tiny nerve.
Excitement sung through her veins. This sexy renegade stirred her senses as no other man had ever done. It wouldn't do to let him know how easily he could throw her hormones into a tizzy. She tried to ease some space between them so that he wouldn't feel how tightly her nipples had hardened.
"I think it's safe now," he said, pulling free of her grasp and shoving himself clear of the boat.
Missing the feel of him the instant he moved, Rianna took a slow, deep breath. After regaining some control, she hauled herself up the ladder on legs that quivered. Kyle threatened her hard-won independence. She was beginning to care too much. So much so that his smile and his touch made her ache with longing. And he'd slipped past her emotional guard—that worried her even more.
She showered while he finished cleaning the fish, then he took his turn in the shower. Subdued, and lost in their own thoughts, they grilled their fish and shared a quiet lunch.
Shortly afterward, they pulled up anchor and headed back toward the cove where he'd found the jogging trail the previous day. Rianna contented herself with watching the speedboats, tubers and Jet Skiers who zipped by them, but she didn't venture on deck.
By mid-afternoon, they'd dropped anchor again, and Kyle announced that he wanted to take another run. He warned her to keep her gun within reach and to listen for a return of the helicopter. They repeated the transfer of his shoes, socks and gun. She watched until he'd swum to shore, strapped the gun to his ankle and donned his socks and shoes. Then he climbed the boulders that lined the bank.
Once he'd disappeared from view, she changed into her lime-green bikini and pulled a white T-shirt over it. She'd swim and work on her tan when Kyle returned, but in the meantime, planned to finish her book while she waited.
As interesting as she found the story, she quickly grew too restless to concentrate. An instinctive edginess propelled her toward the back of the boat. It was hard to stay cooped up inside when the sunshine and water beckoned, but she knew that wasn't the real problem. The scare this morning had her senses on high alert. She decided to watch the water traffic from the back of the boat until her partner returned.
Moving to the windowed back door, she watched
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