TWENTY-THREE
Over six weeks had gone by since their conversation about being safe with each other. To say that Raid wasn’t the same person he’d been before that conversation, before he’d come back from the field to find his Lady had taken on the role of leader, would be an understatement.
Sitting on a low rocky outcrop on the shore of the lagoon that was one of Shea’s favorite places to visit, Raid wondered how he’d got here. Every time they’d come before, she’d assured him that he wouldn’t have to get wet.
That day, he’d had no intentions of swimming… not until he’d seen her dive in and glide through the water like a pro. As he watched her, he regretted not bringing his own swimming shorts and couldn’t believe he was contemplating stripping off and joining her anyway. Shea was just so
