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The thwump-thwump of the helicopter’s rotors fills e that I cannot escape Not him, not now Not him, not now

But I know damn well that my plea is futile, my words flat I can’t run I can’t hide I can only continue as I a at over a hundred ht I had escaped five years ago And with the man I’d left behind

A er want—but can’t deny that I desperately need

I clutch est in my lap I do not need to look down to see the man on the cover He is as vivid in lossy black, with just the slightest hint of copper when the sun hits it just so His eyes so blue and deep you could drown in them

On the ray trousers perfectly creased His white shirt pressed His cuff links glea Behind hilass He exudes determination and confidence, but in my mind’s eye, I see even more

I see sensuality and sin Power and seduction I see aloose A man completely at ho it

I see the man anted me

I see the man who terrified me

Jackson Steele

I remember the way his skin felt as it brushed mine I even re smoky

Most of all, I remember the way his words seduced me The way he made me feel And now, here above the Pacific, I can’t deny the current of excite hiain