Chapter FIVE

Left, right, left right.

Bria rocked from side to side in a steady rhythm that reminded her of her grandfather’s old sailboat. He’d had a summer down in the Florida Keys, and she’d loved to visit when she was a kid. But that had been years ago. Something rumbled beneath her, like a giant motor and she tried to rack her brain for where she was but came up empty.

It was no good. Time to wakey…

“When did we board a boat?” Bria asked and blinked herself awake.

She didn’t smell the ocean, but that same, steady, side to side rocking had to be caused by one seaworthy vessel or another. By the time she opened her eyes, she realized her error. She wasn’t on a boat, and the hard, warm bed cushioning her body was, in fact, a man.

It was him. Her stranger. The man who rescued her from the big bad, er, Wolves. Trench Tora in the flesh.

And what nice, firm flesh it was, she thought, feeling her cheeks heat at the errant thought.

“Ooh!”