CHAPTER 9
ARI
So much for staying on the periphery of Zach Torres’s life. I couldn’t get much freaking closer to him. Right now, I was debating whether waking up with his lips pressed to mine was better or worse than not waking up at all.
Haven, think of Haven.
My daughter still had a mom, but did this lady on the beach still have a daughter? No matter how irresponsibly she’d acted, nobody deserved to lose a child. A doctor arrived, not an EMT—he was wearing chino shorts and a golf shirt—but he’d brought a portable defibrillator and that was the important thing. Everyone stood back as he shocked the little girl, her small body jolting as the voltage surged through her.
Part of me wanted to slink away, to crawl back to Vegas with my tail between my legs, resign from the case, and never
