as long as he was doing what he felt was right. He’d always been incredibly strong-willed that way. Even coming from the conservative background he had, Stone Cameron had always marched to his own beat, and it appeared he still did.
Their clothing brushed, clung, and he tipped his head down a bit. “We might as well explore it,” he said huskily.
As they once had. She remembered so well—too well.
And suddenly she was there, back in time, back to when Rand Ridgeway had nearly raped her. He would have, if her mother hadn’t come home, but instead of sympathizing, she’d hit Jenna for telling lies.
Jenna had been in her tree by the beach, high above the ground, crying and holding her aching jaw when Stone had found her.
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