CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Riley turned on her cell phone flashlight to get a better look at the shadowy figure farther down the beach.
It was Private Pope, all right. His hands were still high in the air.
What was he doing here?
What kind of “help” had the soldier who had tried to frighten her come to offer?
Revenge is more likely, Riley thought.
He was surely still stinging from the humiliation he’d suffered at her hands on the cliff a few days ago. She knew that he was arrogant and rebellious and hadn’t liked being taken down by a “chick.”
Maybe she should have expected him to show up sooner or later for payback.
Riley decided to keep her distance from him this time.
“I’m unarmed,” Pope said again.
Riley looked him up and down. It looked like he was telling the truth. But she also kn
