He cast her a deep and brooding glance. He was visibly up-set and permitted Hallie to hold him, too afraid to move.
Dylan Collins, holding Hallie, led her directly towards the shore. The sound of water lapping against the bank accented the scene as he brought her ashore.
His clothes were soaked, sticking to his body like a second skin. As clear as if transparent, revealing the smooth muscles underneath. The droplets of water trickled down his chiseled cheeks, soaking the front of his shirt. The sight was an instant attention-grabber. The men who were previously trying to curry favor with Hallie shrank back at his intense gaze.
Who would have thought, that hitting on this beauty would stir up such trouble. Isn't this guy Dylan Collins?
Hallie was carried inward the whole time.
She noticed that everyone was still watching them. She quickly said, "Put me down."
"Put you down so you can continue flirting?" His voice was heavy, filled with anger.
