Page 2 of Beachcomber Danger

From her stunning serious green eyes down to her navy-and-white sleeveless dress and matching navy pumps she screamed business. She never wore pumps.

“Where are you going? Church?” He glanced at her conspicuous shoes.

“We are going to see Cap.”

Captain Colin Lynch of the state police was in charge of crime on the island, but more importantly he was their unofficial third partner in Beachcomber Investigations. And the man they’d both vote most likely to be the best man at their wedding. Whenever that was.

He didn’t object to going to see Cap, but he couldn’t capitulate. It would be against his principles, his very grain, to allow her to have that control. The honeymoon phase of their engagement was over.

“Why? I might have something better to do.” It was lame, but he knew the very lameness of his excuse would annoy her.

She put her hands on her hips. He loved her in that pose, like a shapely golden-haired goddess, the ultimate Wonder Woman.

“I want to nip this in the bud. If those two feds want something, we may as well get it over with. And I think Gable might have a case for us.”

“You think you can flush them out by going to the police? You don’t think the Secret Service is cagier than that? When they want to talk to us, they’ll knock on our door.”

“I don’t feel like waiting around. Besides, since when don’t you want to visit Cap?”

He smiled at her and moved in, seawater still dripping down his chest and legs.

She backed away, but he’d always been quicker than her. And it always kicked up a flip of joy in his heart to catch her when she tried to evade. He grabbed her by the elbow and hauled her in, slamming her up against him.

“You think you can seduce your way out of this?” She held her arms against his chest between them, but he saw her eyes already going glassy, felt the delicious heat of her sparking his blood to run fast in his veins, like it did when he was getting ready to run for his life or face a fight to the death. Excitement. Passion. Danger. All the same.

He was a legitimate adrenaline junkie. But then, so was Shana.

His mind spun these thoughts as he lowered his mouth to nibble on that spectacularly soft and delicate skin of her neck, just below her earlobe.

Until the loud banging on the back door behind him made her jump. He loosened his arm and knew who it was without turning around.