Abduction

Jill couldn’t see him.

He rolled back his shoulders and let his grin stretch. Did she feel him? Somehow sense him? He’d heard that folks could do that, could tell—instinctively—when they were prey.

Jill was prey. Very, very long overdue prey.

She lingered a moment longer, and her gaze slid back to the beach. The sheriff was there, walking slowly toward her. He’d seen them on the beach, too. Talking, like old friends.

Kissing, like lovers.

Hayden Black was an interfering SOB. He’d make sure the guy didn’t get in his way again. After all...how could Hayden prevent a threat...

When he never saw it coming?