Georgia glanced back at the house. With the kitchen light
on, she could see Eric standing by the sink, looking out the
window. She had a long list of fantasies that started and
ended with Eric. She was dying to strip him out of his
business suits and run her hands over the muscles built from
years of working alongside his crews. She wanted to taste
him, explore every inch of his body, and witness the
expression in his piercing blue eyes when he lost himself in
pleasure.
But did she have the guts to approach him? To go to his
room, his bed? To push him to act on the desire written all
over his face?
She wiggled her toes in the cold grass. She was alive. She
could do anything. She had to cling to that, remind herself
over and over. Otherwise it would feel as if her world had
slipped away because she’d been too weak to hold on.
Her bare feet touched the dock and she broke into a run,
knowing he was watching. At the end of the wooden planks,
she dove into the water. The cold shocked her senses. Her
lungs contracted and her limbs went numb. But she didn’t
fight it. The water was like an ice-cold barrier against her
memories. The images of the men and women being blown to
pieces, the feeling of her friend’s lifeless body in her
arms as she tried to drag him to safety—it all froze in the
pond’s cold depths.
Georgia swam deeper, pushing herself farther, knowing she
required air. But part of her needed this more. Finally, her
lungs screaming, she kicked her way back to the top.
When she surfaced, her bikini bottom floated beside her. She
reached behind her head and pulled on the strings, freeing
her breasts from the top. Tossing both pieces onto the dock,
she glanced back at the house. Eric stood in the window
watching her, his expression grim. Georgia gave a little
wave and dove back under.
The water felt good, but knowing she planned to go after
what she wanted felt even better. She swam deeper, faster.
He might turn her away. Eric was steadfast and loyal. His
moral compass would probably balk at going to bed with his
employee, never mind the fact that her brother was his best
friend and the number two at his company. Could desire
override all of that?
She pushed back to the surface for another breath of air,
clinging to the hope that the answer would be yes. Either
way, she’d find out tonight.