Skyler An Sommer, loved the way the ocean breeze felt against her body, how it whipped her hair around as she ran down the beach near the water. She loved the way the beach smelled. Loved how the wet sand beneath her shoes sank a little with each foot step she took.

She looked at her ipod and noticed it was already six o’clock. The sun was already rising on the East side of the mountains. For the past two days the sun has been out early, not what she wanted. She loved running in the dark and finishing right before the sun rised. She still had another mile to go but was going to have to cut it short.

She turned around and started heading North where her car was parked. From a distance she could see the little shops opening up for the day. She wondered what things were like around here, to wake up and live right next to the beach. She never had that pleasure before now.

She was still getting used to this area. The few people she met were nice enough though. Although she liked being here, she was here for only one reason and that reason was Jose Soto.
That guy murdered the one person that meant the most to her, the only person who loved her for who she was, understood why she joined the Army, the only person Skyler had left in her life.

She was taking away from her almost a year ago, in four miserable days it was going to be a year since her sister took her last painful breath on earth. Her murder still walked freely among these civilians and it made her sick. The bastard never got caught; there wasn’t enough evidence to attach him to her sister’s murder.

But Skyler knew by poking her nose into files she wasn’t suppose to see, that he murdered her and she wasn’t the only one he murdered. He was a serial killer and he was living amongst these people and they didn’t even know it, but soon they would no longer have that problem. She promised her self and her sister that she would bring her justice whether the cops did it or she did it her self, and it looked like she was going to have to do it her self.

She knew how to get rid of a body, she was a trained killer and she knew how to tract people. She already found him living within forty minutes of where she just moved. She knew where he worked, how long he worked and where he went afterwards. For the past two weeks she’s been watching him and tracking his movements.

If you lived right next to him you would have thought he was your average hard working guy trying to make a living. You wouldn’t have thought he raped and strangled woman for just the fun of it.

From looking at the files Skyler peeked into, she found out what his preference was. Woman between twenty-one and twenty-four. Skinny frame, so they wouldn’t be able to put up a fight. He liked them with long dark brown hair, colored eyes not your usual plain brown. He usually picked them up in bars. Skyler was going to be his next perfect victim.





She was going to watch him a few more days and then set the bait. But before she could set her self up as bait she needed to go shopping. It was Tuesday so she had a couple of days to find a few good outfits.

She had a full day a head of her. After her run she had to go grocery shopping, grab a few things from her storage unit so her small house had a high tech alarm system. The neighborhood she lived in was decent but she wasn’t the type to let her guard down anytime, so she decided to put an alarm in her house. After taking care of her house she was going to track Soto’s moves.

All of a sudden her body was falling from being hit by hard impact. Then she felt warm hands grip her waist. She gripped arms that felt big and strong beneath her hands, to keep her self from falling.

She looked up and was speechless. A guy was trying to steady her. She was so involved with her thoughts and music she didn’t see the man running at her.

She could feel his warm hands against her hips as he gripped them and they felt wonderful there. All of a sudden she felt impact on her back and it knocked the wind out of her.

She focused her eyes and was staring up at light hazel eyes, there were some light streaks of brown in them but you barely noticed if you really looked at them. His dirty blond hair was cut short. His jaw line was well defined; luscious lips were slightly turned up at the corner. She was caged in by his body; he was prompted up on his hands, hovering right over her, his knee between her thighs, his other on the side of her thigh.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t see you,” his lips curving up into a full blown smile, revealing perfect white teeth.

Letting go of his strong bicep she touched her pounding forehead.

“I’m sorry did I hurt you bad?” his smile gone now as his forehead crinkled in concern.

God, even concerned he was cute. “Uh, no, I’m fine really, could you help me up,” she asked.

He got up off of her; her hand slipping from his strong arm and extended a hand to her. She grabbed it and he pulled her up to his chest. When she looked up her gaze met his hazel eyes. The way he looked at her, did something funny to her.

She cleared her throat and stepped to the side of him, she felt his gaze on her as she bent down to brush off the sand that clung to the back of her thighs and calves.

“Thanks for helping me up,” she tried saying it in a nice way and failed when it came out shaky.

All of a sudden he gripped her arm, she winced with slight pain, it was her bad arm.

“How’d you get this?” he asked as he rubbed his thumb over her wound.

“I’d appreciate it if you let go of my arm, it’s still quite sore.”

He immediately let go of her arm and said, “I’m sorry; I know what it must feel like.”
She stood straight and turned off her ipod to hear him more clearly. She looked at him from head to toe, he was defiantly military. He had broad shoulders, strong biceps that she felt, hard abs and lean hips, and all of that was coated with a layer of sweat. Looking at him was arousing her; she liked nothing more then sweaty attractive man. They just did something for her.

“You’re a SEAL.” She said matter of fact.

He kept his expression calm and cool as he regarded her. She ignored his stare and started to walk towards her car it was a short distance away.

“My last tour in Afghanistan I got shot twice, one in my arm the other in my leg.” She sighed.

She noticed he was walking right beside her, keeping up with her as she walked.

“I just got out three months ago and then I moved here to this beautiful place. It’s so much better then dirt and dry air.” She laughed.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He laughed.

“So I was right?” she asked him then.

“Yes and no, I just got out, but you know what they say. You can take the man out of the navy but you can’t take the navy out of the man.”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I’ve heard a saying similar to that.”

She stopped right in front of her car and turned to look up at him. Man he was tall, she only came up to his shoulders, he must be six foot something.

“I know I’m being to forward with this, but can I get your number?” he asked her with a shy smile appearing on his face.

“Nice try sailor,” she laughed. She turned towards her car and bent down by the tire, right above the tire her keys hid, she grabbed them and unlocked her door and opened it.

“Well, then I hope I see you running on the beach again,” he said. She turned around to face him and took a step back he was a lot closer then before, he had his hand on her door, she eased down on her seat and laughed. Did he ever hear of personal space?

“You just might sailor,” she teased.

“See you later then.” He gave her a warm smile and then closed her door and turned around to finish his run.


She watched him till she couldn’t watch him anymore; she started her car and eased out of the parking space. She wanted to see that man again but mostly likely wouldn’t. She wasn’t here to put down roots; so she had no business making ties to people. She was only here for one reason and that was the only reason that mattered while she was here, not some hot SEAL she just met. A hot SEAL who made her feel foreign things.