I know Julian," Gregori volunteered, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness. Water lapped at the boat, making a peculiar slapping sound. The rocking was more soothing and peaceful than disturbing.
Beau looked smug. "I thought you might. You both have a connection to Savannah, you both ask the same questions about natural medicine, and you both look as intimidating as hell."
"I am nicer than he is," Gregori said, straight-faced.
Savannah's head brushed his chest. Her laughter was sweet music in the stifling heat of the swamp.

Author: Christine Feehan