She ran from a killer. She just didn’t expect to find three more.

I overheard my boyfriend order a hit. Twenty-four hours later, the man’s name was on the news. I was already gone, packed light, left fast, and telling myself I’d figure the rest out later.

Later came in the form of a van parked on a beach in Oahu. A surfboard from a friend who asks no questions. It was working, right up until two of my ex’s men showed up on the shore and cut off my exit.

So I did the only logical thing. I paddled out to three strangers and started a fight.

They’re rude, gorgeous, and way too dangerous to be as tempting as they are. Worse, the second I get close, my body loses its mind. The way they smell is doing something to me that I have absolutely no framework for, because now is not the time for my heat. Especially when all three of them are suddenly paying a little too much attention to the men waiting on the beach behind me.

What I don’t know yet is that before they were surfers, they put people in the ground for a living.

What they don’t know yet is that the trouble following me is the kind that doesn’t stop.

Which is going to be a problem, because the three men in front of me are already acting like letting anything happen to me would be personal.

But right now, two men are waiting on that beach. And three very gorgeous strangers just offered to take me to lunch.

Honestly?
Close enough to a plan.