Chapter Eight
DYLAN
She had been delectable! Dylan was beginning to realize that he was wrong. He hadn’t quenched that thirst, never exhausted that drive. It had only been lying dormant, buried under more pressing, more immediate needs. The need to find answers. The need that had brought him to Salty Springs, that had introduced him to a woman that made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
This D.I. Sasha Monroe… the thought of her intrigued him in a variety of ways, none of them particularly appropriate.
He turned around as he walked away, seeing the car still parked. He was certain she was looking at him in the rear-view mirror. She might even follow him for a while, or get one of her boys to.
And that also intrigued him. What had made her so worked up that they would hold and question a
