Her Forbidden Love (Indigo Island Book 2) Read Online Free

tripped on something. I’ll be fine, I think,” she answered, although the blood was still flowing from her cut and her foot was beginning to throb.
    Jack gently held her foot in his hand, assessing the wound. “Wait here, I’ll be right back with a medical kit from the pool,” he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze before jogging off in the direction of the main clubhouse.
    Dorsey leaned back into the warm sand. Her foot throbbed but Jack’s touch still lingered on her shoulder. She couldn’t believe how his touch made her feel, and as she thought about it, her stomach flipped again. Stop it, she told herself. He was just being nice and she was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush.
    Jack came jogging back, sweating muscles glistening, carrying a fully stocked first aid kit under his left arm, two water bottles in his right.
    “Drink this. I’m glad I decided to go for a beach run today. I usually just run on the cart paths,” Jack said, bending down to examine her foot. “Sorry I took so long. It’s at least a mile back to the plantation.”
    “Thanks so much,” she said, pouring the cool water into her mouth, trying not to wince as he doused her foot with antiseptic. Dorsey didn’t trust herself to say anything else, she simply leaned back on the sand, enjoying his care, his skilled touch.
    “This is too deep for a shell cut,” Jack said.
    He bandaged her foot and then rose, standing over Dorsey and looking out at the calm ocean. “Where’d you go in? Right here?” Without waiting for an answer, he walked slowly into the ocean and then dove in right where the shrimp swarm had been. She watched as he swam slowly around in the shallow water, popping underneath the waves in the spot where she’d cut her foot.
    “Eureka!” he said, walking back to shore, soaking wet. He looked like he’d just stepped out of the pages of a magazine, abs defined and hard, his arms strong and powerful. Stop it , she told herself. He handed her an arrowhead, carved of pink quartz. The tip—the obvious culprit—was still as sharp as it must have been when it was crafted by one of the first residents of the island.
    “Wow!” she said as he dropped it into her hand. The arrowhead, more of a spearhead, was longer than her hand and beautiful, with different gradations of pink. The tip was sharp. Very sharp. She shivered.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t bring a towel or anything. But the golf cart should be here any minute.” Jack sat down on the sand next to her. “You’ll need some stitches. It’s a great find, though. I’ve found six arrowheads so far, but nothing like this. These Savannah River points, as they’re called, can be eight thousand years old.”
    “How do you know all of this?” she asked, playing with the spearhead in her hands. Her heart was beating faster just because he was sitting next to her; she could feel the heat from his body, and it was making her dizzy.
    “I like to know all about the place I’m going to live,” he said. “It’s amazing what you find when you know what you should be looking for. Now that you know you might find an arrowhead, you might find one every time you’re out walking. Just wait. I can’t walk the beach without finding one.”
    “So you’re here past the summer, too, right? I saw you at orientation.” Dorsey blushed, and looked away. She tried not to stare at his six-pack.
    “I saw you, too,” Jack said, nudging Dorsey’s shoulder with his. Electricity shot through her body. “I am making my career here, I hope. I was promised a management position but when I arrived, Steve told me I had to lifeguard again through the summer. Asshole. He better keep his word when Labor Day rolls around.”
    “I heard. Sorry about that,” she said. “I’m head of the Kids Club. I’m excited to get working with the kids. I hope it’s the start of a new career. All I’ve done so far is clean. It was a mess.”
    “Yeah, Lila left in a hurry. Anyway, you’ll be bringing