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Seashell Bay #3
VK Sykes
Releasing February 23rd, 2016
Forever
DEEPER THAN ANY OCEAN . . .
All Holly Tyler wants is a fantastic career, a not-too-committed relationship, and a city where there are no painful memories. Instead, she's called back to her hometown of Seashell Bay to help with her family's struggling general store. It's a town where everyone knows everyone, and where one man could sink Holly's careful plans.
Deputy Sheriff Micah Lancaster has wanted Holly for as long as he can remember. He knows she has a life on the mainland-and a boyfriend-and that there's no real future with her. But now Holly is back and the attraction still flickers between them, a promise of something more. Their desire is stronger than any undertow . . . and once it pulls them under, it won't let go.
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Micah let out a quiet sigh, obviously reading her. “I’m sorry, Holly. Sometimes I forget how hard it was for you back then. I shouldn’t be trying to walk you down memory lane.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” She slid her arm around his waist and leaned into his shoulder. “You always seem to know what I’m thinking, don’t you? I might put that down to cop instinct if I didn’t know you’d always been that way.”
“I guess I was born to be a cop.”
“Maybe, but you were always different, Micah. Most guys were so focused on the girls’ boobs that they didn’t have a clue what we were thinking or feeling. You were way more tuned in. Lily and Morgan and I always noticed that. We’ve talked about it before.”
“Now I know why my ears get hot whenever you’re back on the island,” he joked.
Hot was a very good way to describe him, and not just his ears.
She slipped out of his grasp and pulled him down to the end of the dock. She leaned out over the railing, staring down at the calm waters below. It was deep here at high tide—deep enough to make diving safe and fun. Under the soft glow of the light fixture over her head, she could see that the water level was almost up to the high tidemark on the pilings.
“Hmm, I wonder what the water temperature is tonight?” she said.
Micah gently bumped her shoulder with his. “Probably in the low to mid-sixties. Great minds think alike, because I was just contemplating a dip.”
“What? No, I wasn’t thinking of taking a dip. Really.”
He tilted his head to look at her, his eyebrows lifting in silent question.
Okay, I was, but…
“We’re not eighteen anymore, Micah.”
He grinned. “No, but there’s no law that says we can’t act like we are for a while.” He yanked his shirt over his head, draping it over the railing.
Startled both by his action and the proximity of his incredibly ripped and naked chest, Holly just stared at him. When he started to undo his belt, she managed to find her voice. “Deputy Micah Lancaster, what are you doing?” She winced at the slightly screechy tone to her voice.
“What does it look like? Look, nobody could see us out here on the point even in daylight. And I’d like to note that I’m off duty.” He kicked off his shoes, then shoved his chinos down and stepped out of them.
All he had on was a pair of black boxers that fit him like a second skin. Though she couldn’t help a brief glance at his very impressive package, Holly tore her eyes away. But, oh man, did she want to keep looking.
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