Free Seek and Destroy by Allie K. Adams

couple more minutes and she'd go talk to him. She'd given herself that little pep talk every night this week while she sat in a corner booth and watched him behind the bar as he laughed and joked with the tourists. It almost made her second-guess bringing him back. He looked happy in his new life.
        Could she be any more pathetic with her excuses?
        A shadow the size of a mountain blocked out her sun, took over her thoughts. "You look..."
        She opened her eyes and looked up as David Snyder stood in her sun. Her entire world jumped the axis. She gaped up at him, completely captivated by his presence. Her breath hitched.
        His jaw tensed and relaxed as he glanced down at her. He hadn't shaved in at least a day, and she had to admit, the dusting of whiskers across his jaw made him seem even more dangerous, and more dangerously appealing. Her knees wobbled. Thank God she'd already taken a seat.
        She never had the chance to see him vertical before. Holy cow, the man was a giant. She'd guess him to be between six two and six four. Hmmm. Six feet plus of towering muscle, undeniable power, and overwhelming sexiness. Her five foot nine inch frame didn't stand a chance against him. That didn't bother her in the least.
        "If you don't mind, you're casting a shadow." Thank God her voice didn't shake, giving up how she really felt. He had her senses in turmoil. She motioned for him to move to the side. He didn't.
        David slowly raked his gaze over her frame. He hesitated at the scars on her leg, the same scars he stared at so intently back at the hospital. She fought the urge to throw the shirt over her legs to cover them. Continuing to scrape his heated gaze across her flesh, he paused at her breasts. They pinched in response. Finally, he rested his gaze on her face. "Let me buy you a drink."
        Charis peered up at him, debating whether to accept. Her heart palpitated. Oh boy. Was she ready for this? Yes. No. Yes. Um...
        Maybe. Definitely maybe.
        Okay, so now was as good a time as any. Those crisp brown eyes assessed her and she had to take a moment to regroup. Finally, after finding her voice, she responded. "As long as you get out of my sun."
        "What would you like?"
        She almost told him, the dewiness penetrating her suit completely. Thank God she had sense enough to stop herself. "How about a Mai Tai?"
        He eyed her up and down, not bothering to hide his obvious approval at what he saw. He didn't pause to stare at her scars again, and the motion made her heart skip. No one had ever not stared at them before. They either blatantly stared as he did before, or made a ridiculous attempt to be nonchalant.
        "The drink of the tourist. Why doesn't that surprise me?"
        "That's what I am," she agreed quickly.
        His faced hardened. "Right. And I'm the goddamn Pope." He suddenly found his smile, and if she hadn't been watching him the entire week, would have believed it to be genuine. "Let me get that drink." He turned and walked off. She watched him walk away, enjoying every minute of his toned backside.
        Her heart rate jumped from zero to sixty. Stay cool, McKoy. He couldn't know her identity. He'd only met her once, briefly in the hospital. There she'd hid behind her glasses and a long white doctor's coat. Here she was practically naked and had her contacts in. Even if he did recognize her, he had no idea why she'd come.
        He made his way over to the tiki bar. A blonde bimbo with a bra size larger than her IQ bounced over to him. Charis zeroed in as she watched them, her teeth clenching down until her jaw hurt. Calm down, McKoy. You don't know her. And he doesn't belong to you. Her heart pinched.
        He turned and glanced at the woman, said a few words, and then turned from her to accept the drinks. As he left the bar, his eyes rested back on Charis. He didn't give that woman more than a glance, a few polite