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flesh. She had removed her suit jacket and was wearing what looked like a white see-through tank with lace on the edges. I get a glimpse of the shape of her tits. Not big, not small, just perfect. My fingers rub together, itching to touch them as my eyes make their way to hers. She’s smirking at me as if she knows what my fingers want. This woman just keeps checking shit off my list. Beautiful, check. Bold, check. Strong-willed, check.
    “So,” she tilts her head and those pink lips purse, “where’s those paddles?”
    “Get that thing filled, and we’ll talk about the paddles,” I say, walking past her to the anchor. I lift it, and then go to start the boat up, not glancing back at her. In and out, the air from the pump quickens. She’s picking up speed. Really, when she gets that thing filled, where in the hell does she think she’s going?
    I flick on the motor, and it fades out the determined air-swooshing sound.
     

Chapter Four
    Katie
     
    I could push him overboard and no one would be the wiser. Who’d know? Who’d care? The son of a bitch. My eyes might be eating up every inch of that rock-hard body, but I loathe the man. My foot pumps faster. It’s crazy. I’m a Utah girl. I’ve never paddled a raft in my life. Where I come from the boys do that. Not that I couldn’t, it’s just what happens. But how hard could it be? Honestly, I’m pumping this damn thing out of sheer denial. Whether I like it or not, I’m going to Avalon. I think it’s on the Santa Catalina Island. If I’m right, that’s only a two or three-hour boat ride from California. I’ll hitch a charter boat back, or maybe there’s some kind of air travel available.
    As I make my plans, Captain Asshole drives the boat, and I find myself staring ahead at his broad, naked back. He stands in a pair of jeans that fondle the finest ass I’ve ever seen. Damn him! I can’t get the divine image of Fallon O’Conner coming out of the water, wet muscles glistening in the morning sun, out of my head. God. Just the sight of him soaked my panties. Imagine what the guy could do if he touched me, my pussy. Shit. No. Don’t imagine that. I pump my foot harder, and I think it’s turning me on. Lift, push, pump. Harder, faster…shit! Between that and the view before me, I am getting turned on!
    When I woke up and made it to the deck, I heard the splashes then spotted him in the water. That’s when I had the insane idea that I was getting off this boat any way I can. Then I found the raft and looking down, the damn thing’s almost blown up. To preoccupy myself and focus on something other than the captain, I check my cell phone again but still no bars.
    I toss my phone back in my purse. And I’m back to salivating over Mr. Sexy-Back. As if sensing me, he glances over his shoulder from the raft to me. A dark challenging eyebrow lifts. Bastard!
    “Looks like I’m ready for those paddles now,” I call out, not about to give him the satisfaction of winning. I refuse to eat my words. No longer is it in my blood to admit defeat.
    Once I’m in the middle of the ocean, doing circles in this small raft, all I can hope for is that another boat comes along to save my ass before a shark eats me.
    I hear the motor shift into idle mode. His firm, tanned, muscular body moves toward me. My hormones crackle to life from the heat he infuses. Dammit. It’s only an attraction. That’s all. I need to get laid, and he’s the only man around. I’ll call Brandon when I get back to Nevada to fix that need. And I’ll forget all about Fallon O’Conner.
    Eyes steady on mine; he leans over and grabs the raft. “You need some help getting it into the water?”
    Unbelievable—he’s really going to let me do it! Well, I was warned. The guy didn’t even have the decency to attend his own sister’s wedding a few weeks ago. But he’s more far gone than his cousin Jessina could ever imagine. He’s lost the ability to give a shit about anyone. He’s heartless. I