Tate Maddox is on the run and running out of time. Summer Sheldon has the evidence to clear his name—but it comes at a price.
Tate Maddox is on the run and running out of time. Summer Sheldon has the evidence to clear his name—but it comes at a price. Summer’s sister has been kidnapped and Tate must go on one last mission to rescue her—or the evidence disappears…along with his last chance at freedom.
There’s only one way for either of them to get what they want and that is to work together, but how can he trust a blackmailer? How far will she go to save the only family she has left?
Water streamed from his clothing, as he raised his arms to wipe his face and Summer felt her mouth go dry as his sodden trousers molded to long, muscular, thighs.
My God, she thought feeling breathless and flustered. He looked like every woman’s fantasy come to life. Mortified beyond belief, she turned away and scolded herself for being so ridiculous. How could she find him of all people attractive? He was a rude, obnoxious man, and as soon as they found Willow, she’d be glad to see the last of him. Glancing down at herself, she drew in a sharp breath, her white t-shirt clung to her like a second skin…and had become transparent. She pulled at her wet clothing in a fruitless attempt to rectify her modesty.
The sound of soft sand, squelching under feet, from behind her, announced Tate’s arrival. She sighed before turning to face him and tried not to gape when she saw he was now shirtless and carrying a large box on one powerful shoulder.
“Take this,” he said tossing her his wet shirt. “Don’t want to get the boys too excited,” he said, nodding down at her arms, folded protectively over her chest.
Summer’s eyes flashed angry sparks as she pulled on his shirt and fastened the buttons. She hated standing before him looking like a contestant in a wet t-shirt competition; it put her at a definite disadvantage. She hated even more, the fact she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off his bulging arm muscles, taking the strain of the heavy box on his shoulder, or the smooth muscles and flat abdomen of his stomach, as it tapered down to disappear into the waist of his trousers.
She really hated that.