"You drenched me, remember, on "that day," I will get my payback, with interest." He lowered his head, his deep, magnetic voice filled with ambiguity, his breath brushing against her ear.
He emphasized the "that day," and Tara Summer understood immediately. Her cheeks warmed slightly, and she instinctively moved away before turning to glance at him.
He was still gazing at the sea, the hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his thin lips. It was cold but alluring, captivating.
"Your sister's leg..." she began cautiously, but her voice trailed off.
His gaze stayed on the job before he finally replied after a long pause, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't be asking."
Tara Summer raised an eyebrow but didn't continue that topic. She focused her gaze on the sea, then after a while, shifted her gaze to the vast sea in the distance.
