Always in My Dreams (59 page)

Authors: Jo Goodman

Her contemplative state ended abruptly as she tossed her clothing carelessly on the rocks. It lay like a darkly raised bruise against the pale, sun-drenched stones. She didn't appear to give it another thought, not pausing even briefly to straighten or arrange it so it wouldn't wrinkle. In a way he was disappointed that she didn't care more for her garments. He had only an impression of healthy pink skin, elegantly slender curves, and rose-tipped breasts as she ignored the stone stairway and launched herself into the water from where she stood, entering it cleanly and shallowly in an arching, graceful dive that sprayed diamond droplets in her wake.

She didn't come up immediately, and he followed her path as she moved swiftly just below the water. She was as fluid as the element she moved in, her body undulating sleekly in a current of her own creation. The tapered length of her legs moved in unison, propelling her forward in a seductive, almost lazy rhythm. Once he thought she would surface for air in the middle of the water hole, but she dove abruptly and only the curve of her bottom broke the waterline before she went deeper. A smile flickered on his face.

When she finally came up for air it was directly below his perch. He was no longer smiling when she looked up and saw him for the first time. He was still hunkered on the lip of the rock like a bird of prey. His glossy black hair and the long black duster draping the ground around him furthered that impression. Intense gray eyes watched her narrowly above the straight, but somehow aggressive line of his nose.

He didn't say anything, just continued to stare at her. In spite of the flush that was creeping across her skin and heating her cheeks, she didn't duck beneath the water. It wasn't in her nature to run even when common sense dictated she should. With characteristic directness she stared back at him.

Her eyes were remarkably green, he thought, as deeply green as the forest around her. It was a pure pleasure to look into them, and he was in no hurry to look away.

"I don't think you have any shame," she said. In other conditions, in another setting, she would have been able to infuse her words with enough acid to etch glass. This stranger merely smiled at her.

Only in My Arms

The Dennehy Sisters Series

Book Five

Jo Goodman

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Meet Jo Goodman

Jo Goodman is a licensed professional counselor working with children and families in West Virginia's Northern Panhandle. Always a fan of the happily ever after, Jo turned to writing romances early in her career as a child care worker when she realized the only life script she could control was the one she wrote herself. She is inspired by the resiliency and courage of the children she meets and feels privileged to be trusted with their stories, the one that they alone have the right to tell.

Once upon a time, Jo believed she was going to be a marine biologist. She feels lucky that seasickness made her change course. She lives with her family in Colliers, West Virginia. Please visit her website at
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