From the Author
Harrisonstood puffing on the forecourt, his eyes wide with shock, his lips explodingwith one repeated expletive. Gemma placed a calming hand on his shoulder as hereached into his pocket for a cell phone. She watched the truck swerve around acar and flinched.
Her eyesscanned the court for any cars she could "borrow" for pursuit, but the need wasripped from her when a motorcycle pulled up and screeched to a halt at herfeet.
"Geton." The man kept his eyes on the retreating truck.
Gemma'sinsides recoiled as she recognized the dark hair and tanned skin of the manfrom the beach.
"I'm notgoing anywhere with you!"
"Do youreally want do this now? I can't get him back on my own. Now get on the bike!"
Harrison'seyes were wild as his gaze flickered between the two of them.
"Isthis..." he began to ask, but was cut off. "Yeah, police?"
Gemmawatched him pace away, running a frantic hand through his hair as he spoke. Herlegs began to jitter as she looked at the expectant gaze of "beach mystery man"then took on a mind of their own as they swung over the seat.
"Damnit," she muttered as she wound her arms around the man's waist and hopedHarrison would forgive her.