One Shot
Chapter One
Reacher was on his way to them because of a woman. He had spent
Friday night in South Beach, Miami, in a salsa club, with a dancer
from a cruise ship. The boat was Norwegian, and so was the girl.
Reacher guessed she was too tall for ballet, but she was the right
size for everything else. They met on the beach in the afternoon.
Reacher was working on his tan. He felt better brown. He didn't know
what she was working on. But he felt her shadow fall across his face
and opened his eyes to find her staring at him. Or maybe at his
scars. The browner he got, the more they stood out, white and wicked
and obvious. She was pale, in a black bikini. A small black bikini.
He pegged her for a dancer long before she told him. It was in the
way she held herself.
They ended up having a late dinner together and then going out to
the club. South Beach salsa wouldn't have been Reacher's first
choice, but her company made it worthwhile. She was fun to be with.
And she was a great dancer, obviously. Full of energy. She wore him
out. At four in the morning she took him back to her hotel, eager to
wear him out some more. Her hotel was ... read full excerpt from: One Shot ebook
