Tawny followed Tyler in his dreams, into the waves in the morning, everywhere. He couldn’t get away from thoughts of her, almost like they were specters determined to haunt him forever.
When she’d told him that she’d done everything backward, he’d never felt so duped. Even when he’d lost in the last round of a qualifying tournament to a guy who’d deliberately concealed a card for the entire game.
Tyler knew what it felt like to lose, and to win, and to be taken advantage of. He knew the taste of betrayal, and heartache, and none of it was something he wanted to repeat again.
Hadn’t he left all of that behind when he’d come to Hawaii?
He’d tried.
But this trickery felt more personal. Stronger, and harder, and more lethal than anything he’d ever experienced before.
He’d fallen in love
