Chapter Nine
Her hammock swung lazily over the sand, a sun-warmed breeze wafting over her, the sound of waves breaking in the distance. She stretched and opened her eyes as a shadow blocked out the sun. Sterling. “Come home.”
“You’re blocking my sun.”
He offered his hand.
Ding.
“Don’t leave me.”
What was that noise? It didn’t belong on a beach. And neither did Sterling, dressed in his shearling and a Stetson.
She woke with a start. Heart racing. What in the hell was he doing in her dreams?
Her phone dinged again. Shaking the sleep from her brain, she glanced at the screen. Jeez. Was the man psychic?
S: Where are you?
She typed a fast reply, sleep pulling at her.
E: Asleep.
S: I have an idea.
E: Let me guess. Does it involve sleep?
S: Are you inviting me over?
She laughed, un
