Twelve
Toni threw herself into her Midnight Run training to work off all the s****l frustration of being around Bash so much. Nothing worked as well as a hard sweat to get her mind off big-knuckled hands and brawny shoulders, deep-set eyes and a sensitive smile.
Every morning, she went for either a long run or a swim. She’d change into her drysuit, hop down the steps onto the boardwalk and skip down the ramp to the float farthest away from the boats. As soon as she dove into the water, a sense of peace would flow through her.
This was her world. She’d claimed it for herself and defended it even after the incident. After that disaster, she hadn’t gone in the ocean for a year. Bit by bit, she’d reclaimed her love of swimming, and now it meant more to her than ever. In the water, she felt
