[Dawn]I shake my head in amazement, my voice barely a whisper as the weight of everything settles in. “The people you hang out with.”His smile is mild again, a faint, almost absent curve of his lips. But it doesn’t reach his eyes.“What the hell were you thinking?” My voice cracks, the frustration bubbling beneath my skin. I can feel the anger rising in me, sharp and tight in my chest.He doesn’t meet my gaze, his eyes flitting to the floor, away from me. “I wasn’t exactly doing much of that.” His words come out dry, flat, like he's numbed himself to the situation. The tension in the air hangs heavy between us.“Why didn’t you just ask for help? Why didn’t you come to Aldo and me? Luca even? I’m sure he could’ve helped.” My voice is laced with disbelief, tinged with a touch of betrayal. I want to understand, but it’s hard. So hard.Andre keeps his eyes off me, his hands twitching slightly where they rest on his thighs, as if he can’t even sit still in his own skin. “You don’t know w
[Aldo]We come to a stop at the start of a dirt driveway. The air is thick with dust, and the silence feels suffocating, like we’ve entered a dead zone where nothing exists beyond the headlights. We're in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization, off of the highway and down a farming lane that seems to stretch endlessly in the dark.We’ve been crawling along for what feels like hours, scanning every twist and turn, looking for the path that supposedly leads to this warehouse. But all we’ve found so far are the same empty fields, the same dark expanse of nothing. That’s on top of the barrage of messages and texts that have been sending us all over the county, with no real direction.“This has ‘trap’ written all over it,” Luca says, his voice low and edged with concern, his eyes darting around.I glance at my phone again, the screen casting a pale glow in the dimness of the car. No new messages since the last location drop. My gut twists. "I know, but that's all we've got."The
[Dawn]“You’re what?” Andre repeats, his voice full of disbelief and a hint of panic.“Pregnant.”Andre’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if trying to process the information. His expression is a mix of shock and something else I can’t quite place. “When did this happen?”“It doesn’t matter when this happened. Just get the damn phone and sheers.”The men continue talking, their voices loud and carefree, an irritating contrast to the storm raging inside me. Andre glances at them quickly, his eyes flicking back and forth like a cornered animal. His tongue darts out, licking his lips like a lizard, before he carefully inches towards the desk, putting light weight on his injured foot. Each movement is measured, like he’s trying not to draw attention to himself.He reaches up, his fingers brushing the edge of the desk, and after a moment of hesitation, he grabs the phone.The men pause.Something is happening outside, the shift in the air noticeable even to them. The
[Dawn]And then, just as quickly, Andre and the man scramble off me, rolling away in a blur of limbs and panic. I gasp for air, my lungs burning, my heart hammering in my chest. I can finally breathe.The air around us crackles with the aftermath of the explosion. The sound is deafening, but it doesn’t matter. I’m still alive.The two men pause, wide-eyed, their gaze flickering between the chaos and the uncertainty. Then, in unison, they lurch for the table. The stars blur in my vision as I try to push myself onto my side, the sharp taste of blood rising in my mouth.There’s a flurry of movement, grunts, slaps, desperate struggling. Finally, the man falls back, toppling over me, his body crashing down like dead weight. His legs land across me, pinning me in place.I hear him choking, gasping for air, his breaths wet and desperate. The sound is nauseating.Andre limps over to me, his steps slow and pained, but determined. He pulls me free from the man’s legs, his hands gentle despit
[Aldo]The truck smashes into us, a thunderous roar of metal crumpling against metal. The rear glass shatters instantly, fragments cascading through the air like jagged stars. The force propels us forward, slamming my chest into the dashboard, knocking the wind out of me. The screech of twisting steel fills the night as the car is shoved violently off the road, the tires skidding across loose gravel before we plunge into a steep side ditch. The car groans as it tilts upward, one side propped precariously higher than the other.We’re completely exposed to the road, the beams of the truck’s headlights glaring down at us like predatory eyes.The air is heavy with the acrid stench of burned rubber and gasoline. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and each shallow breath tastes of panic. My hands scramble for the shotgun, the cold metal bracing me against the chaos. Beside me, Luca’s movements mirror mine, his jaw tight, his face set with grim determination.The truck behind us screeches t
[Aldo]Andre licks his lips, his face pale and glistening with sweat. “Hell of a story. Have to tell you while I whoop ya ass on NBA.” His voice is ragged, the words tumbling out like they’re made of glass, sharp and fragile. He coughs hard, his body convulsing, and the wound does too, dark blood seeping through his fingers. Dawn is wiping her face constantly, her movements jerky and desperate. Her eyes stay fixed on Andre, but they’re glossy, far away. She can’t look at me—can’t look anywhere but him. Her trembling hand pats his head over and over like she’s trying to calm a storm that refuses to settle. “Fucking Russians, hey,” Andre says with a weak grin, his teeth faintly red-streaked. I snort a laugh, though it feels like swallowing shards. “Fucking Russians.” Andre’s smile flickers briefly, then fades as another violent cough shakes him. It’s wet, bubbling, and wrong. He gasps, his hand twitching toward his stomach, but his fingers curl mid-reach, too weak to make it
Epilogue [Dawn]The wet season has truly ended, and we’re outside having a barbeque for the first time in what feels like forever. I guess that’s because Aldo and I haven’t been outside in months; we’ve been obsessed with our little girl Louisa.“Who wants a drink?”Aldo snaps his tongs at me; he’s by the barbeque and cooking up marinated chicken with Luca. A few of our friends are here, and we’re celebrating mom’s birthday and my book being finished.Michael runs over, takes a drink from my tray, and heads back to the lawn. Mom’s house looks completely different with Aldo constantly working on it.Everyone is present. Our parents, Luca and his family, it's a full house.We moved in after Andre’ passing. I wanted to help mom after the stroke, and she wanted to be around the baby. We all won. Although she might regret it with her sleep having seriously dropped off.She’s on the lawn with Sophie, Michael, my parents in law and the baby of tge family-Louisa.I put the drink tray on t
BLURB:Clio’s summer in Malibu was supposed to be about sand, sunshine and healing, but that plan drowned the second her best friend’s dangerously sexy dad pulled her from the waves. One look at his smoldering eyes and chiseled body, and she knew she was in trouble. Living under his roof only fans the flames. Every brush of his hand, every stolen glance, ignites a hunger she can’t deny. He’s older, forbidden, and completely off-limits, but the tension between them is unbearable—and when it finally snaps, it’s pure, unrelenting fire. Now, every touch, every stolen moment, is a risk she’s willing to take. Because some temptations aren’t just worth it—they’re downright irresistible.***Chapter 1CLIO"Clio, I'm telling you that we would have the time of our lives. You would love my dad's beach house—it overlooks the water, and it’s huge, so you wouldn't have to worry about privacy." I sighed as I transferred the rest of my clothes from my small dresser to my suitcase. Lila was a
AIDANThe girls spent the afternoon sightseeing and shopping but came back by the evening as promised because I’d told them I would treat them to dinner to celebrate Lila’s new internship. I was proud of my daughter for her accomplishments. The law firm she would be interning for was a prestigious one, and it would definitely beef up her resume. As much as I wanted to celebrate this milestone with her, I was also hoping to calm the waters with Clio.After they left, I paced in my room, realizing that I had come on pretty strong. I didn’t want Clio to feel like she was trapped here with me. That was the last thing I wanted actually.Mentally, I scrolled back through the last couple of years. Lila and I spoke on the phone several times a week. I’d heard about her friend Clio countless times. Lila had described her as shy but funny and insanely talented (her words). She’d also told me before she drove down to Malibu that her friend would be coming with her because she’d had a really shit
CLIO“You know that internship that I applied for? That one right here in Malibu?” she asked. I remembered which one she was talking about. Lila had applied to a couple of internships at a couple of law offices, one back home and one in Malibu. She’d gotten the one back home but was denied the one in Malibu, and when that happened, she decided to just take the summer off and hang out at the beach house. “The office called and left me a message yesterday and said that the intern they’d selected changed his mind at the last second. They wanted to know if I would still be interested. Well, of course I called them right back, but I could never get a hold of anyone, so we’ve been playing phone tag, but that was them. I got it!”“That’s amazing, sweetheart!” Aidan said, sweeping his daughter into a bear hug.“That is awesome, Rea, congratulations!” I told her.She moved partially out of her dad’s embrace and beckoned me over. “Get over here, girl, this is a group hug moment.” Really? I th
CLIOWhen I’d returned to the beach house just a short time before, I’d been on cloud nine. I hadn’t been planning on giving Lila every nitty gritty detail of what happened on the beach that morning between me and a gorgeous, mysterious, older man. But I had been excited to share how I’d tried something new, and I’d been assertive about what I wanted and the universe had rewarded me with a kind, hot man and the first orgasm I hadn’t given to myself.Lila had returned with bags of food bursting at the seams with some of her own good news. Looking at one another, each of us could tell that what we had to share would take a while, so we decided to hold off so I could go clean up and change out of my wet clothes and she could get lunch set up.I’d taken a little longer in the shower than I’d planned. Once the warm water streamed down my body, I found all the sensitive places that Aidan had touched waking up again. It was almost like no one had ever touched me before him, and while it was
AIDAN “You’ve got to have one first in order for me to worry about it,” she huffed with a raised eyebrow, then her face fell. I could practically see the question written all over her face before she asked it. “Dad, you’re not still hung up on Mom, are you?”I barked out a laugh, unable to help my response at the ridiculous idea. “What? No,” I said firmly. The idea was truly laughable. For one thing, Renee and I had truly burned every bridge when we split. The only remaining tie we’d had was Lila, and that tie was severed the second Lila graduated high school. For another, it had been twelve years since our separation, and it felt like a lifetime ago.“I didn’t really think so,” Lila responded. “I just want to make sure. I know you made sure to keep that stuff away from me when I was growing up, but Dad, I’m a grown woman. I am more than capable of the idea of my dad being in a relationship.” At that moment, an image of Clio popped into my head. God, I had to be rusty. I’d spent an
AIDANI emerged from the water for the umpteenth time, glancing at the shoreline. Once Clio left, I’d gone back into the water, trying desperately to work off my frustration, but I couldn’t keep my mind off her.I’d decided to head down to Malibu a couple of days early. I didn’t think Lila would mind, and I couldn’t face another day in the office listening to entitled rich people whine about their issues.When I arrived, Lila’s things were spread out, but she was nowhere to be found. I figured she and her girlfriend were out, so I decided to take a walk and go for a swim. The morning and the water were too beautiful to pass up.The sand immediately began to relax me. Then I spotted her: a beautiful young woman with generous curves standing in the water. She wasn’t used to the ocean, but she seemed determined to gain her sea legs. I walked along the beach, watching her surreptitiously. It might’ve been a little creepy, but I couldn’t help myself. From where I was, she faced away from m
CLIOI’d never been told anything like that before and certainly not by a gorgeous man plucking at my nipple through my bikini top while I writhed beneath him. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him again, if only to distract myself into calming down, though it quickly became evident that calming down was not going to be a possibility. Remembering my goal of being more assertive, I gave in and let my hands roam over Aidan’s body. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and down his chest and abdominal muscles that flexed beneath my fingers. I could feel his desire pressed against my thigh, but I didn’t let my fingers go there just yet, instead letting them dance at the waistband of his trunks.He stilled then and gently moved my hands away from his waistband and pinned them on either side of my head. “Not yet, Clio. Not before I make you come.” His voice was husky, and the words he’d uttered made me feel like I was on fire. “Tell me you want that,” he said, and I was delighted
CLIO“You mean other than saving a beautiful woman from the current?” He smiled, and I felt my blush all the way down to my toes. He chuckled softly at my reaction and continued, “I found myself suffering from work burnout and decided I needed to get away for a while, recalibrate. You?”“Same. I mean, not from work or anything. Maybe I’m just burned out on life? It’s just been a really hard few months, and I’m looking to work on myself—recalibrate like you said,” I told him.“And what is it that you’re trying to work on exactly?” he asked, looking a little skeptical but still good-natured.“I’m working on being more assertive, of taking charge of my life…not worrying about what other people think and doing more things that scare me,” I told him, surprised at how easily I opened up to this man.“Is that what the swimming was about? Doing something that scared you?” he asked, floating closer toward me.“Yeah. I don’t want to miss out on opportunities just because of fear,” I said.“Are
CLIOI sat in the sand, heaving in breaths, as the man squatting beside me rubbed soothing circles on the small of my back. I pushed my wet mop of hair out of my face and finally looked into possibly the most beautiful set of eyes I’d ever seen. I didn’t think I had ever seen eyes that color before. They were slate gray and kind as he stared down at me. “There you are,” he said softly. “You’re okay, just take it easy.” He was still rubbing circles on my skin when I managed to clear my airways enough to respond.“I-I-I don’t know what happened,” I stuttered out.“I saw you go into the water, and when you didn’t come back out, I figured something was wrong. First time in the ocean?” he asked in a silky voice. I couldn’t decide if it was the sound of his voice or shock making my flesh break out with goosebumps.“Yes,” I admitted, “and apparently my last.” I shot him a sheepish smile. I met his eyes but quickly tore them away, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.“Don’t say that,”
CLIOLila had not been exaggerating when she described the paradise that was her father’s beach house in Malibu. While I understood that where we lived in Northern California was beautiful in its own right, we spent most of our time there in classrooms and at work. Here, the white, sandy beaches stretched for miles, the vast, blue water sparkled before us, and best of all, we didn’t know a soul there. It was heaven.On the drive down to Malibu, I’d spilled my guts about the whole incident that led to me agreeing to come with Lila. She shook her head in disgust after my story was over. “I know you cared about him, but Michael really is a rat bastard. Honestly, I think you should start looking at this as a bullet dodged instead of a heartbreak.”“I know.” I sighed. “I just want to start over and get away from the old Clio.”“Hey, I happen to love the ‘old Clio’ as you call her. But I’ll support you in whatever way you wish to reinvent yourself. You want to start wearing dark eyeliner