Chapter Twelve ~ Chloe
I was about to wade out of the water toward Reardon and ask him how his current case was going, since I remembered he’d said something about a difficult client at dinner, but before I got to him, Laurel walked up and put her hand on his arm.
Reardon turned and his face blossomed with a genuine smile, before he bent and gave the bikini-clad blonde a hug.
Sue me for noticing the way their sun-kissed bare skin touched during the embrace, and for the painful clench in my stomach at the happy way they looked at each other. I also took advantage of the fact that he was distracted, and allowed myself a look at his half naked form.
Holy Hell, he’d been hiding tattoos under his three-piece suit. On his right bicep, the left side of his chest, along his side, and there was
