Through a haze, I grabbed Owen by his jacket and hurled him off her. He landed on the sand with a thud, the wind knocked out of him, a surprised yelp escaping his swollen lips. “Stay there,” I yelled. Ignoring his protests, I turned to Lacey, who lay on her back, gasping and wheezing, fighting to suck in air. Her dress ripped. Her skirt hiked up, panties halfway down her legs. My stomach roiled.
