Swept Away
"How did you ever talk me into this?" Candy asked Ellie as they crossed the last few yards to Matt's beach house. "Mixing work and play is like chasing a tequila shot with a piña colada—guaranteed puke-fest."
"Trust me," Ellie said. "It'll be fine."
"And this thing weighs a ton." She shifted the antique laptop she'd borrowed from the SyncUp IT department to her other shoulder and wiggled her toes in her sandals to relieve the irritation of grinding sand. The beach was meant for bare feet, not shoes, for God's sake.
"You should have swiped Sara's computer so she'd have no excuse not to be in a bikini this minute," Ellie said.
"I can't believe she sneaked that little printer into her bag."
"Fighting your nature is not easy," Ellie said.
"No kidding." That was as clear to Candy as the Malibu sky overhead, where no cloud troubled the computer onto the nearest porch, grab a tiki drink and frolic in the foam. "This will work," Ellie said again, squeezing Candy's upper arm. "I know it will."
Candy blinked against the sunlight glancing off the sparkling water. It was all so tempting—the gently swooshing waves, the kids sh ... read full excerpt from Swept Away ebook
