The tall man stood there looking at her as she gave him equal attention. It was something different about this guy, or was that Stone Garrison carried himself like he knew he was at the top of the food chain? He came and sat down next to her as she moved over. "So I see you don't want to be in my company. I'm hurt. You didn't even invite me to your little drinking party."
India looked away from him and his statement. She was staring at the white caps that flashed from the last of the day's sun. As a salty breeze blew over her, waves came crashing onto the shore. She let out a long, purposeful breath and a lot of her tension. But not all of it...
She wriggled her toes, not answering him, waiting for the next wave.
"So, Ms. India Jones, what's going on? I know I don't know you well, but I
