260 AQ, Virginia Coast
Dizzy and
off-balance, Liane had a single moment to gape at the suddenly day-lit beach
before a man-shaped wrecking-ball slammed into her, dumping her into the chilly
surf. “Erp!”
“Guh!” The man sprawled on top of her. A frothing wave crashed over her, filling her
nose and mouth with the briny taste of seawater. The man levered himself up and gaped at her
through a pair of startling green eyes--her ex-husband’s green eyes.
“Blethering
hell, woman! Where did you come
from?” He leaped to his feet, staring at
her with an equal mixture of irritation, astonishment and concern. He offered her a hand up. “Are you hurt?”
The
last thing she wanted to do was touch him–unless
she had a two-by-four in her hands–so
she ignored him. She stood, brushing her
wet clothes with sharp flicks of her hands.
Movement from the corner of her eye had her turn in time to see a dark
bay horse scaling the bluff. What the
hell was a horse doing here? For that
matter, she turned to her ex, what was he
doing here? “What are you doing here?”
His
green eyes narrowed. “I might ask you
the same, lass.”
His
Scottish burr startled her. So did his
clothing–a red
and black kilt, a blue coat, unbuttoned to reveal a snowy white shirt, wetly
plastered to his chest, argyle socks over silver-buckled boots. Her gaze settled on his bare knees. Even if he was a two-timing snake, Devyn had
gorgeous knees...for a man, she added grudgingly. Sneering, she said, “Cute outfit. Where’d you get it? Scots R Us?”
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