Subconsciously, Rayne wandered to the edge of the garden. Immersed in regret and helpless yearning, she watched the shimmering surf spill onto the sand and then chase itself back into the moonlit sea.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice soft footsteps in the grass behind her until a shadow moved directly across her line of vision.
She froze, afraid that if she glanced around, she'd discover that it was only a hotel guest going for a late stroll on the beach. A breathless moment later, her dread exploded into a burst of elation when Liam put his hands on her waist and moved so close behind her that his shirt brushed her back and arms.
For several moments, all Rayne heard was the pounding of her heart and the restless rustling of palm fronds overhead.
