Moonlight Kiss Page 28
by LuAnn McLane
“Whoa there.” Her handsome hero placed a steadying arm about her waist. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice, which had a low timbre to begin with, came out sounding like a croak. Could this possibly get any worse? It wasn’t until she pushed her wet hair from her eyes that Savannah realized that they had quickly drawn a small crowd of elderly lady onlookers, most of whom were dressed in swimsuits and clutching colorful foam noodles for water aerobics.
Apparently, her day could indeed get worse.
