Making Waves. Джулия Кеннер

mush below. The change in temperature shot through her, and that combined with the warm sun on her belly and breasts sent a sensual trill through her body.

      She breathed deeply, enjoying the sensation and enjoying more the fact that she’d gotten here on her own. Taylor Dutton might have been an A-1 ass, but she’d kicked him firmly to the curb. She was here on this island in this competition because she’d earned it. Earned this sand. Earned this chance. And she intended to enjoy it.

      “Heaven,” she whispered, her word coming out on a soft breath.

      “Looks like it from here,” came the response in a deep, masculine drawl filled with Southern charm and ripe amusement.

      Laci’s eyes flew open, and she found herself staring up into the ice-blue gaze of the one man she’d hoped never to see again.

      The man who’d screwed her over.

      The man who’d ruined her reputation.

      And yes, the man she’d once loved with all her heart and soul.

      Taylor Dutton.