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“Let’s go.” He led her through the house to the garage door. When he turned the light on, she whistled. Not one but three cars and two motorcycles shone brightly beneath the fluorescent lights. They were immaculate. A black Denali SUV, a white Lexus sedan, and a really sexy vintage Corvette. “What year is that?” she asked, pointing to the cherry bomb red convertible.
“Sixty-four Stingray.” He opened the passenger door. “We can take it if you want.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
“Where’s your surfboard going to go?”
He gri
“So you don’t surf?”
“I do, just not today.”
He closed the door, then walked over to an immaculate workbench and withdrew a set of keys from a hidden drawer. He slid in the driver’s seat, put the key in the ignition, and turned it. The car rumbled to life beneath her.
She started and he gri
Today Izzy would focus on herself. It was a beautiful clear su
Warmth infused her skin where he touched. Swallowing hard, she was glad she was wearing sunglasses. He might see the schoolgirl crush look in her eyes and dump her over the bridge into the bay. Geez, she was such a sucker for a hot guy. Like mother, like daughter.
But what a guy.
They were riding fast and topless. It was the most exhilarating ride of her life. Fly
As they slowed at the end of Rte. 92 coming into the small ocean town of Half Moon Bay, named for its half-moon-shaped bay, Izzy smoothed her bangs from her face and smiled at Fly
“I’m glad you enjoyed the ride.”
“I really did. You drive like a pro.”
“I am. Lots of pursuit training and hands-on experience over the years.”
“I keep forgetting you’re a cop.” She leaned over and patted his chest down. “Are you packing heat?”
He smiled and pulled her hand over into his lap. His erection was on the rise. “Yeah, I’m packing some heat.”
When Fly
“I like kissing you.”
She swallowed and nodded, suddenly feeling very hot and nervous. “I like kissing you, too.”
“How many men have you kissed?”
“A few.”
“How many?”
“Including you, three.”
“Liar.”
“It’s true! The other two didn’t get any further than first base, either.”
He laughed. “First base?”
“Yeah, making out. How many women have you kissed?”
“Too many to count.”
“Figures.”
“But none the way I kiss you.”
“How do you kiss me?”
“Like I mean it.” He gave her a quick kiss and said, “Put your seatbelt back on. I know the perfect make-out place.”
She scowled doing as he said. “I don’t want to go there if you’ve made out with someone else there.”
Grabbing her hand, he put his over hers on the gearshift again and put the car into gear. “You’ll be the first.”
Chapter Twelve
They drove up Highway 1 to the Beach House Hotel. Fly
In minutes they were shown to a beach-view suite. The bellhop brought in their bags and opened the slider to the terrace as he explained the many amenities the establishment had to offer. The cool ocean air blew the translucent gauzy curtains into the room. Izzy stepped out, inhaling the fresh clea
She felt Fly
Izzy shook her head. Mrs. Chastain treated her mother like a beast of burden on those trips. But momma never minded. Now Izzy knew why. She was willing to endure the humiliation to be close to the man she loved until her dying breath.
Izzy knew she should be happy right here in this minute, but sadness moved through her. In so many ways, she felt like she was following in her mother’s footsteps. Madly attracted to a powerful man from a distinguished family, who gladly took what she was offering. Then what? When he was done, would Fly
It was also, she supposed, her subconscious way of flipping her father off. Yeah it was fucked-up stuff, but there it was.