Tempted By Mr Off-Limits. Amy Andrews

was a good way to get to know the neighbourhood.’

      ‘Did you make it to the beach?’

      ‘Yep. Ran along the esplanade. It’s very different to the scenery I’m used to.’

      It was about five kilometres to the beach so he’d already run ten kilometres this morning. While she was sleeping. She’d have felt like a sloth if she was capable of feeling anything other than lust.

      ‘A lot more beach, I’d imagine.’ Toowoomba was a regional inland city, well over a hundred kilometres to the nearest beach.

      ‘Yes.’ He laughed. ‘Are you a runner?’

      It was Lola’s turn to laugh. ‘I’m more of a hit-and-miss yoga in the park kinda gal.’ If she was going to get hot, sweaty and breathless, she could think of much more satisfying ways to do it. Preferably naked.