Brady glanced over and caught her looking. Joss dropped her gaze and hoped the cover of night hid the heat blooming on her face, but when she peeked from under her lashes, he was still watching her.
A tingle ran through her center that made her catch her breath against the sudden urge to push him back, crawl on top of him, and kiss him until all that tension melted out of his body. Right here, right now. No matter the spectators, or the fact he was nearly a stranger.
A very hot, damn sexy, purportedly non-serial-killer stranger.
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