Oh they do love to tease, don’t they?
READ THE PROLOGUE AND FIRST CHAPTER
“Santini?”
“Out here,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear. She followed the sound of his voice to the back porch. When she caught sight of him, she stopped and stared.
The heat of the day had apparently gotten to him also. He stood on the porch, holding a bucket of water, but that was not the part that had captured her attention. He had no shirt on.
The man was trying to kill her. She had seen him without his shirt before, but this was different. Sweat glistened on his back as he lifted the bucket high above his head and tipped it over. Water sluiced over his sculpted muscles.
Holy Magic Mike. He turned and shot a smile over his shoulder. Life was not fair. Or someone up in heaven had a sick sense of humor.
“I can fill a bucket for you too.”