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the clearest, bluest eyes Abby had ever seen. But what was even more obvious was the tense stance of his body and the tight set of his mouth. His rampant masculinity dominated the room. As his furious gaze raked over her curves, she felt it in every pore of her body. Dangerous, she thought. He was very, very dangerous.
    She reeled her thoughts back under control. She wasn't here to find a man. Besides, he was obviously way more man than she could handle. But she was puzzled at his blatant antagonism. This had to be Jackson Cole, and he must have been expecting her. Beau had said that everything was arranged, so why on earth did he look so furious?
    "Mr. Cole?” She inquired hesitantly.
    A brief nod was all the response she received as he continued to glare at her through narrowed eyes.
    Satisfied that at least she hadn't somehow arrived at the wrong cabin by mistake, she stood up and held out her hand. “Mr. Cole, I'm Abby Montgomery. I think,” she paused and looked at him questioningly, “—I hope that you were expecting me?"

Chapter Two
    Jack stared in astonishment at the hand held out to him by the woman who had risen and was gazing at him in trepidation and honest bewilderment. Abby Montgomery? This was Aunt Abigail of the orthopedic shoes?
    "You're Abigail Montgomery?” he asked, having a difficult time associating the woman he was speaking to with the picture he had formulated in his head. Abby nodded her head, letting her hand drop back to her side.
    "Beau's Aunt Abigail?” he asked again, disbelief shading his voice. Again, she nodded, understanding wiping out the puzzled expression on her face.
    "Oh, no. Damn that Beau. He didn't explain about me, did he? You were expecting someone more...” she smiled, eyebrows rising, “more mature, perhaps?” Her eyes invited him to laugh with her.
    "Look, lady, I don't know if you're who you say you are..."
    "Oh, I'm Abigail Montgomery, all right. Although no one calls me Abigail except for Beau. And the only reason he does, is because he knows it pisses me off,” she interrupted. “Beau was just playing a little joke on you—that's all."
    Trying to make sense of the convoluted explanation he was hearing, Jack began to get the idea. “You're not Beau's aunt, obviously,” he stated, recognizing Beau's somewhat warped sense of humor in the situation. This woman standing before him couldn't be older than her early twenties while Beau was near his own age of thirty-one.
    "Oh, I'm his aunt, all right. At least, I was his step-aunt. My sister Katherine married Beau's dad. They're divorced now, but Beau and I are still pretty close.” Jack remembered Raymond Dalton, a somewhat garrulous man in his early sixties who'd had a string of wives over the past twenty years, each one younger than the last. Abby's sister must have been one of the endless parade.
    "You don't seem too surprised by this whole situation,” Jack observed after a few moments of trying to reorder his thoughts.
    She shrugged. “This isn't a new game. Beau gets a kick out of shocking his friends by introducing me as his aunt. It is a bit unusual since he's older than I am. And no one ever accused Beau of having the most mature sense of humor."
    Jack listened to her in irritated silence. Beau had placed him in an awkward situation, and Jack had no doubt that he had done it on purpose. It was just the kind of thing that Beau would do. He probably thought it would be hilarious, but Jack failed to see the humor.
    Where he might have found it easy to ignore Aunt Abigail with the thin moustache and sensible shoes, the fuckable Abby might turn out to be quite a different story. Reluctantly, he acknowledged his raw response to her. Even now, though he'd tried to remain focused on what she was saying, his cock had stayed hard and strained behind the zipper on his jeans.
    Jack's thoughts were disturbed by the sound of Abby's voice and he realized that she had continued to speak. “And I hope you don't mind that