Becky stepped forward until she was once again pressed against Harry Slater’s splendid body. The yard had emptied while they’d sparred. They now owned the entire bluff from house to ocean.
Then she had a crazy, dumb idea after she was already stepping into his arms. She’d thought to cop another dance…
The man had been arrogant, a long time ago back in high school. But not any longer. It was as clear as the night sky that that had been kicked out of him somewhere along the road since he’d left town. He also wasn’t happy, and that wasn’t right.
Some trifecta of pity, a little champagne, and just how wonderfully he’d held her collided. Reaching up, she pulled him down to her and kissed him hard.
As she’d expected, a man who looked like Harry Slater had found plenty of opportunity to hone
