across the water. Like the ability to care or have empathy for another human being… Before, when Marc had accused him of having some sort of feelings for the woman, he’d been right, he realized. Somehow, in the moments when the revenge scheme had kicked in, he’d already been drawn to her.
A low hum sounded as more waves washed in, and they rolled in with a beautiful serene grace.
As he stared in the distance, her face swam before him, and her words played in his mind.
…you’re my lifeline…my only hope…
“Damn it, Olivia Lange,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you making things so complicated? You’re making it difficult for me to remember that I’m a heartless bastard.” He paused. “As a matter of fact, you’re reminding me that some small part of me is human---that I’m supposed to think of someone else’s needs.”
And how long had it been since he’d opened himself up to care about someone?
He shook his head.
“No, I can’t let emotions override my revenge against Addison,” he stated firmly, rising to his feet. “Not even Olivia Lange.”
Without a further thought, he charged down the beach again.
***
At 5:30 am, Olivia welcomed the new day. Yawning, shoving the covers off, she left the bed, and then, tousling her mussed tresses, she padded towards the balcony. Through the sliding glass doors, the sunlight peeked in, slipping by the thin cracks of the drapery.
Grabbing the door’s latch, she pushed the doors open. Every tiny detail about the outside space was impeccable, she noticed. The misty dew glistened on the flowers staggered along the edges of the balcony, pooling like watery pebbles.
Her gaze slipped further.
“Wow,” she murmured in appreciation, taking in the stunning oceanic view as she stepped out onto the balcony. As the sun danced upon the azure waters, it seemed that diamonds sparkled along it. She inhaled a deep breath of the refreshing morning air. “I’ve never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful.”
Shivering from the oceanic breeze as it swept in, she pulled the thin wrap closer around her. Still, she embraced the sereneness that enveloped her as it came in. Bypassing the oval patio table, she wandered to the railing, just so to appreciate the scenery even more.
Even the white sands were spectacular, she thought, watching as the rolling waves came in. Edging closer to her right, she peered further, and the sight that she beheld was enough to send her reeling.
As Jarrod made his way up the beach, she held her breath, and she was grateful for the railing’s support as she leaned against it. Hot, drenched in sweat, dressed in nothing more than black shorts, he sprinted along the edge of the water. In fine streams, the sweat trailed down his hard body, and his taut muscles rippled with his every movement.
A living breathing Adonis, she mulled, biting her lip. Tall, strong, firm, flat torso, muscles….
Face flaming red, she turned away.
She released her pent-up breath.
The man literally stole her senses.
Without a single word or touch---
“Jarrod Sabatino,” she whispered, holding her ringed hand out. “How is it even possible that you belong to me?”
She shivered.
And last night, she’d caught a fleeting glimpse of him, the side that he obviously fought to keep hidden. Just as he’d sensed her vulnerability, she sensed his.
She faced the beach again, and to her surprise, he’d almost made it back to the house. As he passed under the overpass, she lost sight of him. Turning, she hurried back inside, and once she reached the bedroom, she donned the peach robe over the wrap before pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. Barefoot, breathless,
A low hum sounded as more waves washed in, and they rolled in with a beautiful serene grace.
As he stared in the distance, her face swam before him, and her words played in his mind.
…you’re my lifeline…my only hope…
“Damn it, Olivia Lange,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you making things so complicated? You’re making it difficult for me to remember that I’m a heartless bastard.” He paused. “As a matter of fact, you’re reminding me that some small part of me is human---that I’m supposed to think of someone else’s needs.”
And how long had it been since he’d opened himself up to care about someone?
He shook his head.
“No, I can’t let emotions override my revenge against Addison,” he stated firmly, rising to his feet. “Not even Olivia Lange.”
Without a further thought, he charged down the beach again.
***
At 5:30 am, Olivia welcomed the new day. Yawning, shoving the covers off, she left the bed, and then, tousling her mussed tresses, she padded towards the balcony. Through the sliding glass doors, the sunlight peeked in, slipping by the thin cracks of the drapery.
Grabbing the door’s latch, she pushed the doors open. Every tiny detail about the outside space was impeccable, she noticed. The misty dew glistened on the flowers staggered along the edges of the balcony, pooling like watery pebbles.
Her gaze slipped further.
“Wow,” she murmured in appreciation, taking in the stunning oceanic view as she stepped out onto the balcony. As the sun danced upon the azure waters, it seemed that diamonds sparkled along it. She inhaled a deep breath of the refreshing morning air. “I’ve never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful.”
Shivering from the oceanic breeze as it swept in, she pulled the thin wrap closer around her. Still, she embraced the sereneness that enveloped her as it came in. Bypassing the oval patio table, she wandered to the railing, just so to appreciate the scenery even more.
Even the white sands were spectacular, she thought, watching as the rolling waves came in. Edging closer to her right, she peered further, and the sight that she beheld was enough to send her reeling.
As Jarrod made his way up the beach, she held her breath, and she was grateful for the railing’s support as she leaned against it. Hot, drenched in sweat, dressed in nothing more than black shorts, he sprinted along the edge of the water. In fine streams, the sweat trailed down his hard body, and his taut muscles rippled with his every movement.
A living breathing Adonis, she mulled, biting her lip. Tall, strong, firm, flat torso, muscles….
Face flaming red, she turned away.
She released her pent-up breath.
The man literally stole her senses.
Without a single word or touch---
“Jarrod Sabatino,” she whispered, holding her ringed hand out. “How is it even possible that you belong to me?”
She shivered.
And last night, she’d caught a fleeting glimpse of him, the side that he obviously fought to keep hidden. Just as he’d sensed her vulnerability, she sensed his.
She faced the beach again, and to her surprise, he’d almost made it back to the house. As he passed under the overpass, she lost sight of him. Turning, she hurried back inside, and once she reached the bedroom, she donned the peach robe over the wrap before pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. Barefoot, breathless,
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