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color under the armor of sunscreen she’d applied, she needed the tropical heat to warm her soul after the long Virginia winter.
    The ring of her cell phone—so out of place in the serene surroundings—startled her. She picked it up and smiled at her oldest sister’s name on the screen. “Suzanne, I’m here. This island is truly a paradise.”
    “How’s the villa?”
    “Incredible. I’m lounging at my pool as we speak, in my underwear.” She couldn’t hold back a giggle.
    “Your underwear? What happened to your new bathing suit?”
    “I don’t have much sunlight left today. I didn’t want to take the time to dig my bathing suit out of my suitcase and change. I’d have cheated myself out of too many of my precious minutes in paradise. Besides, the suit’s a one piece and it’s been way too long since my abdomen has felt the sun.” God knew she’d never reveal this much skin in public. Wasn’t as if anyone could see her, though.
    “Good for you. I’m glad you’re letting loose. You saved my life, you know.”
    Laura swallowed hard. “I just hope I don’t freeze up when it’s time to give your speech.” Her skin grew clammy when she thought about standing in front of the group, reading her sister’s address.
    “You’ll do fine. You’ve been practicing, right?”
    “I studied the index cards on the flights. I don’t have it all memorized or anything, but I will.” Memorizing the speech was one thing—but the devil would be in the delivery.
    “Good.” Suzanne lowered her voice. “I bet there are some uber-hot men there, huh? You should hook up with someone.”
    She pondered the possibility of a vacation fling with some sexy hunk. They could make love under the palm trees. He’d do all those wicked things to her like her romance book heroes did to their heroines.
    Yeah, like that’ll ever happen to me.
    She massaged her temples. “Can we please not go there?”
    “Okay, okay. You are the best sister in the whole world.”
    After she hung up, she opened her book and drew a deep breath of salty sea air, letting some of that tension float away on the breeze. The music from the beach party didn’t bother her at all. Rather, it suited the Caribbean atmosphere perfectly and almost tempted her to check out the party. Almost.
    Not that she’d ever attend any event in the nude. People would gawk at her humongous breasts, or worse—whisper about her like they had in high school. But here she had total privacy. The hillside behind the house was thickly wooded and an eight-foot hedge combined with the neighboring villa being empty provided perfect solitude.
    Solitude.
    Since when had that ever been on her top-ten list of things she wanted in a vacation? Didn’t she have enough alone time in her life? But since she was pretending to be Dear Annie, she didn’t want to chance saying the wrong thing to anyone so keeping to herself was her best bet. While she was here she had to do everything in her power to do Suzanne proud and protect her sister’s career.
    Thankfully Dear Annie wasn’t so well known that anyone would guess she wasn’t the real deal. If anyone asked her for advice about love life, though… She shuddered at the thought. She was hardly qualified to dole out relationship advice. She’d tell everyone to run from their partners. Fast.
    Huffing, she pushed the painful memories from her mind and concentrated on her book. The vampire was closing in on his next victim.
    She glanced up when something buzzed nearby. She froze when she found a bee circling over her head. Had she packed her allergy medicine? God forbid she got stung. She’d show up for her speech looking like a giant strawberry with blonde hair and glasses. That would certainly set her at ease in front of a huge crowd.
    Launching out of the chaise lounge, she stepped on one of her sandals and stumbled back onto the cushion. Good thing no one had witnessed her klutziness—this time. But what if she tripped when she was