“Crickey, love, what happened here? Are you hurt?” he asked, lifting her to her feet, the surfboard leash still wrapped around her foot. Her eyes worked their way up his torso, along the plush green towel hugging his midsection. Catherine… — Diane Merrill Wigginton Copy Share Image
“She could see the headlines now. ‘Spinster dies alone in her condo. No one discovered her corpse for three days.’ She had been so… — Diane Merrill Wigginton Copy Share Image
“Oh, sorry, love. I was just getting out of the shower when I heard this loud commotion in front of my door.” Jake gave… — Diane Merrill Wigginton Copy Share Image
“I’ll say, G’day to you, Mr. Ryan!” Catherine said as she quickly closed the door in his face. “Oh, the arrogance,” she growled under… — Diane Merrill Wigginton Copy Share Image
“Crickey, love, what happened here? Are you hurt?” he asked, lifting her to her feet, the surfboard leash still wrapped around her foot. Her… — Diane Merrill Wigginton Copy Share Image
“Bringing her eyes down again, Catherine found herself gawking at Jake’s perfectly formed, muscular chest and stomach. She felt her cheeks flush when she… — Diane Merrill Wigginton Copy Share Image
