As she walked across the soft grass, Raegan kept her ears attuned to the slightest sound behind her, silently counting the seconds.

One, two, three...

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed by a large, firm hand.

Before she could react, she was pulled into a strong, hard chest. The cold, ocean-like scent of the man enveloped her as Mitchel held her close. Raegan, still angry, turned her face away from him, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Look at me.”

His deep voice ...