“The last rays of the summer sun were veiled behind the thickening layer of clouds. Whitecaps danced on the slate-gray waters of the bay.Nick parked in the small lot. When he climbed out from behind the wheel, a snapping breeze tugged at his windbreaker. Storm on the way, he thought. Summer squalls were not unusual for this time of year here on the coast.Octavia was already out of the passenger seat. The bouncy wind whipped her hair into a froth and caused her long, full skirts to billow around ...her legs. She laughed a little as she grabbed a handful of her skirts to keep them from blowing up around her thighs. Her eyes were bright. He got the feeling that she was savoring the raw energy of the approaching storm. Maybe she tapped into it for her fairy magic or something. Seemed logical.“We’d better hurry,” she said. “The rain will hit any minute.”“Right.”With an effort he wrenched his attention away from her flying hair and skirts and opened the rear door of the BMW. He reached inside and hoisted the painting.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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