The Return Of David Mckay. Ann Evans

impelled by the blind instinct of flight, he followed the course of the stream. It was fortunate the moon was so bright. The last thing he needed right now was to get lost and have to count on Addy to rescue him.

      He stopped to sit on a huge boulder, listening to the sounds of night creatures looking for a new darkness to call home.

      And trying to cool the fire in his blood.

      He didn’t need this kind of excitement. He had enough things to think about on this trip without indulging fantasies about Addy’s bare body silhouetted in lamplight. What he could use right now was a session with a very good bottle of booze or a punishing workout at the gym. Maybe a cold shower that would leave a numbness for which he would be eternally grateful…

      With an abrupt explosion of movement, David toed off his boots and socks, ripped his jeans down his legs and pulled off his shirt. Before he could change his mind, he waded naked into the stream.

      It took his breath away.

      It laid gooseflesh along his spine.

      It chattered his teeth.

      It was…perfect.