13
“I’ve done nothing in my life to deserve you,” Score said.
Shyla didn’t agree. He’d served time in prison after being betrayed by those closest to him. No one deserved to face the horrors he’d endured, and death row couldn’t have been a picnic. If she could offer him any solace, even for a while, she would.
Arguing wouldn’t change his opinion, so she went a different route. “I care about today. I care about tomorrow and the next day and the future we can have. I don’t care what you were. I care about what comes next, not the past.”
Touching her cleavage again, he drew a fingertip down the center of her torso. This time when he reached the fabric of her bikini briefs, he whipped them away from her body.
Before she got to exhale her inhale of aroused surprise, he ducked down. Scoopin
