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behave. For now. “Well, it’s getting onto noon. And that
swim has made me all kinds of famished, so how about we grab a bite
to eat?” he suggested, hoping the idea would appeal on the basis it
was both low-key and innocent sounding enough. “Why don’t I meet
you at the orange-aide stand in Jenkinson’s Pavilion in say, half
an hour?”
    Ginny brushed a strand of hair away from her
sweet-as-ripe-peach lips, clearly still bruised from his kisses,
and he nearly groaned aloud. “Agreed,” she said with a genuine
smile.
    She started to make her way toward the
boardwalk and Jett soon fell into step beside her, but not before
he’d taken in a quick but delightful eye-full of her long shapely
legs and delicious derriere as she moved away. He’d never seen so
much of her and he definitely liked what he saw. More than liked.
If he looked too long, he knew his cock would be standing to
attention again. Which was not a good look in the middle of the
day, in public. Play it cool, Kelly, you are not a horny
adolescent anymore.
    For whatever reason, he was undeniably
attracted to this woman. And always had been.
    Back in school he’d always suspected that
she had a body to die for beneath the conservatively long skirts,
high-necked blouses and cardigans she’d habitually dressed in. Even
on Prom night she’d worn some ridiculous pink confection with way
too much lace and chiffon covering up all her luscious lines and
curves. If he could just harness his inexplicably out-of-control
libido for the day, maybe she’d also agree to go on a date with him
tonight so he could explore the attraction further. Perhaps the
hotel room he’d impulsively booked on his arrival would come in
handy after all.
    But he was getting ahead of himself. Ginny
had to forgive him first.
    They reached the wooden boardwalk and Jett
jumped up first, then offered Ginny his hand to help pull her up.
She hesitated for just a moment, glancing up at his face.
Uncertain. But she must have been satisfied with his well-practiced
expression of affable charm as she put her hand in his.
    “Thanks,” she said with a shy smile, then
she gracefully vaulted up beside him. For an insane moment, Jett
contemplated hauling her into his arms again but stopped himself in
the nick of time. He was even reluctant to let go of her hand but
he did, not wanting to push his luck any further and have her tear
strips off him for breaking his word so soon.
    Instead he continued with his relaxed
façade. And that wasn’t easy given that his gut was suddenly
churning with unexpected nerves and excitement. “Do you have a
locker at the Pavilion’s swimming pool?” he managed to ask
casually. He hadn’t forgotten that she had a whole weekend of
R&R planned as well. However he wasn’t fool enough to ask her
outright where she was staying.
    She shook her head. “No.” She glanced toward
the northern end of the boardwalk. “I’m staying at a boarding house
up that way. It’s not far.” She slipped on her sunglasses then took
a step away. “So I guess I’ll see you in a bit.”
    “You bet.” Jett slid his own sunglasses back
on and cad that he was, he checked out her ass and legs again as
she walked away. His cock twitched again.
    Kelly, you’ve got it bad . With a
resigned sigh, he turned away and headed in the opposite direction
toward his own hotel, The Beacon, his mind abuzz. He had half an
hour to formulate his fool-proof campaign. Operation
Ginny.
    He just hoped to God he didn’t blow it.
    “Jett? I knew I’d find you here
eventually.”
    Shit.
    Jett knew who it was before he even turned
around. What the hell was Dana Whitney doing here?

Four
    “Dana.” Tamping down the
urge to groan with frustration, Jett turned to face Dana Whitney,
one of New York’s up and coming high society darlings. Pretty,
wealthy and well-connected she might be, but after a handful of
dates and a pouty rebuttal this morning, he was rapidly realizing
they were not suited. At all.