Nevaeh sat in the garden under the shade of the swinging chair, with a sketch book and a pencil in hand. Another futile attempt to keep herself busy, but her mind kept drifting back to the moment she had shared with Dale, this afternoon.
He had cussed when he pinned her against the wall, his huge frame hovering over her. It was the first time she had heard him cuss, but sweet lord, it was stimulating. The sound of his guttural voice made jelly fill her legs. The heat of his gaze as he stared at her had caused goosebumps to ripple through her skin, she felt like melting away.
