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concrete. Because they were talking about him getting naked, but Christ, he’d like to see…more…of her too.
    “Maybe we will.” He’d gotten a little control back, but when it came to talking about sex she didn’t seem as nervous as she did talking about the emotions in her photographs.
    Their eyes met and held in a long, sizzling look.
    Heat flowed through his veins, straight to his groin where he ached fiercely. He wanted to groan. “You do other things besides nudes though,” he managed to say. “I saw the other pictures out front.”
    “Yes. Some of those sell well too. But it seems once people heard of the nudes, word spread and now most customers who come in here want to see them.” Her eyebrows slanted downward. “I feel like my landscapes are all the same old, same old. Maybe that’s why nobody wants them.”
    He turned to face her, close enough to see the creamy perfection of her skin, her long dark eyelashes, the glint of blue and gray in her lavender eyes. She tipped her chin up as he did so, and he realized she was small, probably a good nine inches shorter than him. She had such a strong presence he really hadn’t noticed that she was so fine-boned and delicate.
    “I doubt that,” he said. “I thought they were amazing too.”
    Her mouth curved upward. “Thanks.”
    “Well. I guess I should go. You have customers.”
    “Yeah.”
    “So. I’ll see you around.”
    “Actually, I’ll see you tonight.”
    He paused. “Oh yeah?”
    “At the Surf Sisters’ party.”
    Hey, there was a good thing. “Great.” He’d already been looking forward to the party and meeting people from the neighborhood and San Amaro, but now, knowing Jules would be there, the party seemed even better. “I’d better let you get back to work. I’m glad I came in though… I really love your work.”
    “Thank you.” Appreciation glowed in her eyes, her mouth still curved appealingly.
    He smiled too and left the gallery, emerging onto the hot sidewalk and blinding sun with a hard-on the size of a baseball bat. Christ. It wasn’t only the sexy photographs, it was the sexy photographer that had him all wound up. He slid his shades onto his nose and started down the sidewalk to the side street where he’d parked.
    She intrigued him like no other woman. The way she’d shied away from talking about the emotions in her images, boldly changing the subject and then totally flirting with him…she was the kind of woman who could probably mess with a guy’s mind, but wow, she fascinated him. He was looking forward to getting to know his new neighbor better. Much better.
     
     
    They could hear the music from the party as Jules and Neve let themselves out her front door and started toward the beach. Jules grimaced. “I hope all the neighbors are invited so they don’t complain about the noise.”
    Neve grinned, a small thermal cooler bag slung over her shoulder. She and Jules had pre-mixed margaritas chilled and packed up for the party. “I bet they are all invited.”
    Sand spilled from the beach onto the road and the sidewalk as they drew closer, and then their feet sank into the silky cool sand as they started toward the rear of Jaden and Bella’s beachside home. Tiki torches on the beach lit the area. The thumping music of a Pitbull song played over speakers, but it wasn’t really that loud. The sound of voices chattering and laughing floated on the night air as they approached, the soft whoosh of dark ocean waves washing onto the shore a backdrop behind them. A small fire burned on the beach in a fire pit with people gathered around it. More guests were dancing in the sand, and still more gathered on the large wooden deck of the house.
    “Ah, Matt’s here,” Neve said on a groan, referring to her brother who was also one of Jules’s neighbors.
    “Of course he is,” Jules said with a laugh. “What’s wrong with that? He’s a nice guy.”
    “He’s going to bug me about wasting my life working in a