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the expensive accommodations. She could be an eccentric heiress, though he suspected that wasn’t the case.
    Continuing along the path, he picked up the distinctive beat of reggae music—from the nude beach party, no doubt. Would that woman who’d just passed in the golf cart head over there later? Maybe he would check it out after all.
    No. I have a job to do.
    With renewed purpose in his stride, he made his way to the hilly area behind the villas and trained his binoculars on the house with the golf cart parked on the side. The building was essentially a horseshoe shape that wrapped around the pool, which seemed to be the one architectural feature common to all the villas. Floor-to-ceiling windows gave him a view of the living room and two bedrooms.
    He adjusted the binoculars so he could get a better look at the inside. Harry could be anywhere, even shacked up with that innocent-looking beauty.
    The porter drove off in the golf cart but Guy was more interested in the woman as she opened the glass sliding doors to the pool area and stepped outside. She’d removed her hat and the breeze blew her flax-colored hair into her eyes. She smoothed it behind her ears and walked around the patio, checking everything out.
    He wished she’d change out of that oversize sundress that billowed around her. He’d only gotten the slightest hint of her luscious body underneath when that jackass had crashed into her in the hotel lobby.
    But the sweetness and warmth in those eyes, it had mesmerized him. He could still picture the unusual shade of blue and how they’d sparkled in the light. And Lord, had he ever seen a more dazzling smile?
    As if she’d read his thoughts, she lifted her dress over her head and tossed it toward a chair, but it missed her intended target and instead knocked over a small flowerpot, spilling soil and blooms onto the concrete deck.
    He stifled a laugh but froze when he realized she was now wearing only a white bra and panties. His shorts grew decidedly tighter in front. Pulse pounding, he adjusted his lenses for a closer view.
    Damn, she was as hot as he’d suspected. Her breasts were full and high with deep cleavage between. He imagined holding those pleasantly curvy hips as he slid inside her. Her flat stomach was alabaster perfect and her legs, holy cow. He’d love to run his hands up those smooth calves and spread her thighs apart to kiss her…
    No. He shouldn’t even be looking at her but he couldn’t help it. God, it had been too long since he’d been with a woman. He’d briefly dated a neighbor last year, but she hadn’t turned him on like the beauty he had in his sights now. Nor had the secretary from another office in his building who came to borrow copy paper at least once a week for the past few months. What was it about this lady that he found so damn inviting? Why did she set off his hormones like a three-alarm blaze?
    She bent over to clean up the flowerpot—giving him a better glimpse of that cleavage—then moved her discarded dress to the chair.
    Shit. Now he had a full-blown hard-on.
    His heart sank when she went inside but seconds later she came back with a book in one hand and a bottle—probably sunscreen—in the other. He had to rein in his rising libido as he watched her rub lotion all over that heavenly body then settle onto a lounge chair with a book.
    But he was starting to remind himself of a voyeur so he lowered the binoculars and continued on. If he wasn’t on a case he’d have loved to put her on his agenda, whoever she was. Unfortunately, nabbing Harry trumped his sex life.
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    Laura sighed as she glanced up from the page of her book and took in the fuchsia blooms on a sprawling bougainvillea vine that clung to a trellis against the house.
    This place was as lovely as the setting of a romance novel—and just as far removed from reality. She laid her head back against the cushion and soaked up the heavenly rays. Didn’t matter that she wouldn’t get any