Run Riot (State of Grace #1)

We were at the beach.

My upper body was resting on a blanket on my stomach, but my legs were on the powdery white sand, sun beating down on my exposed back. Was I wearing a bikini? It definitely felt like I was, but that couldn’t be right. I’d never worn a bikini in my life. Mother would have a stroke.

There were voices around me—masculine ones that I didn’t recognize—but my head was turned away from them, looking out at the expanse of ocean in front of me. Whoever they were, I must have trusted them because I felt completely relaxed.

A rich, deep laugh filled the air and I knew instantly it was Riot’s. I’d never heard him so happy, and the sound warmed me even more than the sun did. He was talking to someone, and whoever it was, he obviously got along well with them.