Madeline Lancaster knew the person calling her would be Julia. She pulled away from Ben with some difficulty and said, “I’m late, Ben.”
“So am I.” He kissed her again, and Maddy melted into his touch. She could admit it was exciting to ride on the back of his motorcycle, listen to him talk about boarding vessels and making arrests, and then sneak around behind the barracks to kiss him. He was a decade younger than her, and everything about him felt so…exciting.
“I really have to go,” she said. He still had to drive her back to the inn, and then he’d want to kiss her again. Julia would likely be standing guard at the entrance, peering through the glass for the first hint of headlights. So there’d be no kissing back at the inn. That thought alone had her touching her lips to his again.
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