18
DAPHNE
I turned back and his smile was pure male, and he was tiger-stalking me. “Slow down there, gorgeous,” he called out.
He and I were like moon and stars. Peanut butter and jelly. I’d always loved him.
Yes, loved.
Pursuing my sister who was captive to dangerous men, stripped life bare except for what mattered.
Tony mattered.
He’d dropped everything and traveled to Mexico with me, for God’s sake, and found a replacement for me to cover my shifts at the bookstore.
Not to mention the fact that he was smoking hot.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him watching me with an intent stare. The raw power of my attraction to him disturbed me. “Come on, don’t play. Let’s walk on the beach.”
It wasn’t every day a girl got to stroll on foreign shores with an Italian god, and I planned t
