Deadly Honeymoon (Hardy Brothers Security Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

of her handsome husband and pressing her lips to his. “We’ll see where the day goes after that.”
     
    “DO YOU know what I’m going to miss most about Bermuda?” James asked, hunkering down so he could pick up a seashell on the beach.
    The afternoon was already waning, and after spending the bulk of the day in bed, Mandy and James had finally ventured out.
    “Me in a bikini?”
    James wrinkled his nose, considering. “Do you know what I’m going to miss almost as much as you living in a bikini?”
    Mandy waited.
    “These sunsets,” James said, pointing to the horizon.
    “They are nice,” Mandy agreed, leaning to her left so she could get a better look at the ground there. The grass was higher on that side, the bluff steep.
    “So, why are we collecting shells again?” James asked.
    “Because I want to make a picture frame when we get back,” Mandy said. “I love that photo of us that we asked that guy to take at the bar on the second night we were here. I want to put it in a frame.”
    James was puzzled. “You’re going to make a frame? How are you going to do that? You don’t do crafts.”
    “While it’s true that I’m not very crafty,” Mandy said, moving higher on the hill and wading into the tall grass that decorated the bluff. “I am perfectly capable of gluing shells to a wooden frame.”
    “Who is going to make this frame?”
    “Um, a craft store.”
    James stilled. “So, you don’t have to make the frame?”
    “Of course not.”
    “Fine,” he said, sighing. “I’ll help you gather shells. This seems like an odd way to spend one of our last nights here.”
    “Well, I was thinking,” Mandy said, moving higher on the bluff. “If we get all the shells I need, I might be willing to reward you by having sex in the ocean.”
    James straightened his frame, fixing his beloved blonde with an excited look. “You said you can’t have sex in the ocean because sharks are more likely to attack after dark – even in only a few feet of water.”
    Mandy shrugged. “I’m agreeing to have sex in one foot of water,” Mandy cautioned. “No shark that could hurt us will be in the shallows.”
    “The shallows?”
    “Do you want sex in the ocean or not?”
    James considered the offer. “I love looking for seashells.”
    Mandy rolled her eyes, climbing higher on the hill. “Oh, look, this is neat.”
    James was too busy collecting any shell he could find to glance up. “Hmm.”
    Mandy was quiet for a few minutes, too long to make James comfortable. When he finally looked back in her direction, he was flummoxed. She was standing ramrod straight and staring at the ground.
    “Did you find gold or something?”
    Mandy shook her head.
    “A pile of money?”
    Mandy shook her head.
    “A body?”
    Mandy didn’t move. James started moving toward her. “Please tell me you didn’t find a body.” He was at her side quickly, his eyes scanning the ground by her feet. “Oh, well good,” he said, his jaw clenched. “It wouldn’t be a normal month for us if someone didn’t stumble across something to screw everything up.”
     
    “HE WAS stabbed.”
    James, Mandy snuggled in at his side, looked up from the beach lounger on the terrace and regarded Detective Samson blithely.
    “Yeah, I saw the wound in his chest.”
    The police had arrived hours before, and they’d been scouring the beach since. Darkness had descended, and Mandy’s growling stomach told James that she was long past the dinner hour.
    “Do you know him?”
    James stilled. “I recognize him.”
    “You do?”
    “He was at the festival in town the other night,” James replied.
    “Did you speak?” Samson asked.
    “Sort of.”
    “Sort of?”
    James sighed, keeping Mandy pressed to his side as he leaned forward. “He approached my wife.”
    “And?”
    “And he was drunk and asked her to dance,” James explained. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I intervened.”
    “You intervened?”
    “I punched him in the