Diamonds Can Be Deadly. Merline Lovelace
a hand to break her fall, felt it crunch against the marble counter and landed with a thud that sucked the air from her lungs.
“Dammit!”
She flexed her hand a few times. It didn’t feel as though she’d broken any bones, but she’d sport one heck of a bruise in the morning. Rolling to her feet, she stripped off her sweat-drenched panties and bra and wadded them up with the thermal suit for rinsing out later. Her next priority was a long, hot shower.
Turning the crisscrossing shower jets to full blast, she stepped inside and let the water fog up the glass blocks until a gruff shout shattered her bliss.
“Jordan!”
Cursing, she cut the jets and whipped around. Over the stair-stepping glass blocks, she got a good visual of the male who strode through the door. She swore again, yanked one of the resort’s ultraplush towels from the rack, wrapped it sarong style and rounded the glass block wall.
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