Twenty-Four
Over the next couple of weeks, they settled into a blissful pattern.
During the day, Toni worked with Chrissie at the lighthouse or the brewery while Bash managed the Olde Salt. When he was through for the night, he’d tap on the door of her cabin and they’d spend the night wrapped up with each other.
Maya’s terrible idea about skipping s*x went nowhere. Toni and Bash were already friends, after all. She’d known him for so many years. And yet, in many ways, she hadn’t really known him. Every new glimpse he gave her into the deeper parts of himself—the old wounds, the determination, the loyalty—drew her further in.
She told him about the possible suspect on the fishing boat, but he wasn’t satisfied that it was over. He insisted on teaching her some new self-defense tricks.
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