Free If Looks Could Kill by Heather Graham

State—it was filled with hard bodies, scantily clad and spread out on a multitude of beaches. She modeled for part of her living, sharing her time with some of the best male bodies known to man.
    His was better.
    Real.
    Mature.
    Stop, Madison, she warned herself.
    Despite herself, she imagined him completely naked. She blushed, and was glad of sun and her glasses once again. Carrie Anne, all innocence, was able to look up at Kyle with pure childish pleasure.
    â€œI can help you fish? Really?”
    â€œReally. If you’d like.”
    â€œSure!” Carrie Anne said excitedly, her eyes alight. “Can I, Mommy?”
    â€œMaybe Mommy will fish, too,” Kyle suggested.
    â€œMommy is going to dive over the side in a bit. You two fish,” Madison said.
    â€œJassy?” Kyle asked invitingly.
    Jassy stretched and yawned. “Maybe. In a few minutes.”
    Kyle took Carrie Anne aft. Madison could vaguely hear the deep drone of his voice and her daughter’s happy laughter in return.
    â€œFive. It’s a great age,” Madison murmured.
    â€œUmm. It’s before a woman finds out about men,” Jassy replied dryly.
    Surprised, Madison leaned up and looked at her sister. She smiled. “So what is up with you?”
    Jassy shrugged. “Nothing new.”
    â€œYou seeing someone?”
    â€œYeah. Maybe.”
    â€œTell me!”
    â€œUmm…give me a little time, huh? I want to make sure it’s not like a…”
    â€œOne-night stand?”
    â€œWell, ‘three-date deal’ would be more like it.”
    â€œAre you sleeping with him?”
    â€œMadison!”
    â€œFair question.”
    â€œNone of your business.”
    â€œIf you can’t tell a sister, who can you tell?”
    â€œIt’s private.”
    â€œHave you or haven’t you?”
    â€œOkay. Once. Just once.”
    â€œWhoa! So it’s serious.”
    â€œI still need to be careful. I have…reasons. God, he’s charming, though!”
    â€œBut who is he?”
    â€œNot yet! And don’t you dare say a word to anyone, promise?”
    â€œWhat can I say? You haven’t told me anything.”
    â€œPlease, I don’t want anyone even knowing there’s a man in my life.”
    â€œAll right, all right! But now I’m going to be eaten alive with curiosity.”
    â€œEaten alive with curiosity! Now that will lead to an interesting autopsy!” Jassy said.
    â€œUgh.”
    â€œIt’s a fascinating science,” Jassy said seriously.
    â€œThere’s so very much you can learn from the dead when they can’t speak for themselves anymore.”
    â€œI’ll grant you that.” Madison leaped to her feet. “But look around you. The sun, the sea—it’s a great day. Take a break from the dead, huh? I’m going in. You coming?”
    â€œYeah,” Jassy agreed. “I’ll be along in a few minutes.”
    Madison dived in.
    Kyle had brought them to anchor just off a sandbar. They were near a few of the smaller reefs, but even having been away for a while, Kyle would have been careful to anchor far from a coral shelf—anchors damaged the precious living coral. They had remained far to the southwest, avoiding John Pennecamp State Park, an underwater park that protected the reefs and the sea creatures living there. There was no fishing out of Pennecamp, though it was a beautiful place to dive.
    Madison swam down, estimating that they were in about twenty-five to thirty feet of water. The water was perfect, warm near the surface, cool and pleasant beneath. She shot down deep, touched and stirred up the sand, then kicked to the surface again. She looked to the boat, ready to shout to Jassy to come join her.
    But Jassy had moved aft. Madison heard her laughter, Kyle’s deep voice, Carrie Anne’s shrill giggle of delight over something.
    Her invitation to her sister died on her lips.
    â€œHow’s