Chapter 230

"HAVING FUN?" MARCO LEANED back, taking in the sight of Fiona's flushed face, the sun on her skin, the dazzling smile. She was something else out here. Freer.

"Best weekend hookup ever." She popped the top on her soda and drank deeply, lashes casting crescent shadows on her cheeks.

He grimaced.

Hookup.

Right.

That's what they were.

The carefree mood withered. For a few hours out on the rocks they'd lost themselves. He loved it out here. There was a freedom that didn't exist anywhere else. And she felt it, too. But nothing could loosen the weight of guilt from around his shoulders. Not until Ghost undid the whole fucking nightmare.