By the time Ashcroft emerged from the cave, Harper was already gone—her jet ski cutting across the water, leaving a trail of white foam behind. With a low growl, he mounted his own, the engine roaring to life as he followed her path, keeping her in sight. Every wave between them seemed charged, he could feel deep in his chest that whatever heat they’d shared wasn’t close to cooling.
The salt wind bit at his face, but it did little to clear the storm inside him. She rode like she was running—from him, from what had just happened—but she wasn’t fast enough to outrun what was between them.
He could still taste her on his tongue. Still feel the defiance in her breath when she whispered his name like a curse.
Harper’s figure grew smaller ahead, but he didn’t speed up. Not yet. He wanted to g
