Chapter 12Harley left his car on the boulevard and hurried down the steps to the beach. He walked along it, scanning every single figure on the sand and in the sea, moving closer to the pier, his stomach clenched into tight knots of trepidation.
It was half an hour before he spotted Ryan at the top of the beach opposite the pier. Curled up against the wall, he used his bag for a pillow and his coat for a blanket. He had his eyes closed, turned on his side facing the sea.
Harley stood staring for long moments with palms damp and heart racing and then he stepped closer.
He knelt in front of Ryan, looking at the pale face washed in moonlight, the dark crescents of the lashes against the cheeks. He lifted his hand and it trembled as he trailed his fingers down the chiseled curve of Ryan’s j
