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    â€œWell, Mr. O’Connor, I’m sure Yancy will see to all your needs at the reception desk.” She turned to the others. “I think I’ll shower for dinner if you’ll all pardon me.”
    Adam was the only one looking at her; the only one who seemed to notice that she was excusing herself. Jim, Sukee and the Walkers continued to watch Adam with interest.
    Jem, who had pulled out the hose to wash down their equipment, was staring at her curiously over Adam’s shoulder. In fact, he was grinning, damn his hide. The hell with them both. No, the hell with men in general. She’d only ever met one who was simply honest and sweet, and he…he was gone.
    Hank.
    Hank, with his open blue eyes, his continual search for knowledge. His determination, his enthusiasm, his honesty, his naiveté, his nose always on a map, in a book.
    What the hell happened, Hank? she wondered, the question a silent scream within her mind. Why did you let it happen? Why didn’t you let us help you? What happened, what happened…?
    What the hell had happened?
    And where the hell had Adam O’Connor been when Hank had disappeared? Not to mention when her father had disappeared?
    Was that part of what hurt so badly now? He’d gone, yes, and left her. But when she’d been desperate, she’d sent for him. She’d thought that enough feeling, enough history, had remained between them that he would come to help.
    But he hadn’t. Her pleas had gone unanswered.
    She bit her lower lip and turned swiftly, anxious to put some distance between herself and Adam as quickly as possible. Damn him. This wasn’t fair. It was the surprise of seeing him that was throwing her so badly now. Definitely not fair. But then again, when had he ever played fair? He surely had the advantage today. Coming here, he’d known that he would see her.
    Sweet Jesus, she could have used some warning. It would have been nice if Irma Jensen had given her a call.
    Why? she taunted herself. What did it matter? Come on, come on, she was an adult, a big girl, and he was history, ancient history.
    She started walking quickly, heading toward her private beach house off the south side of the main lodge.
    First her father…
    Then Hank.
    And all over a cache of pirate gold.
    Or had it been? Had they disappeared…had they died for another reason?
    Adam O’Connor chased live men. Present-day pirates. And Adam was on the island.
    Why the hell was he here?
    Sam suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring at the smooth concrete path that began where the wooden decking ended. She had come about halfway up from the docks and stood between the docks and the main lodge. And she was looking down at a trail of drops on the smooth concrete.
    A trail of crimson drops, bloodred drops….
    Oh, God.
    Adam was back in her life, on her island.
    And there were drops on the walkway.
    Red drops.
    Blood?

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    S am quickly bent down to study the crimson drops. She reached out a finger, touching one.
    â€œSammy!”
    She jumped, coming to her feet. Ahead of her, in the doorway of the lodge, stood Jerry North, Liam Hinnerman’s exquisite little doll. Her blond hair was a riot of soft waving curls around her gamine face. She was dressed in slinky white, a chiffon halter-dress creation that bared her shoulders and formidable cleavage and a fair length of her slim tanned legs. Her feet were encased in stiletto heels despite the sometimes tricky terrain of the island.
    â€œSammy, how was the dive?”
    â€œNice, you should try coming one day!” Sam called. She bent down, reached out, touched a red drop.
    Studied it.
    Was it blood?
    â€œYou should try one of my drinks! I make a mean Bloody Mary!” Jerry called to her cheerfully, lifting her right hand. She was holding a glass. A big, tall glass. A celery stick was rising above the rim of a glass that was practically overflowing—with something red.
    A Bloody