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yes, somewhat excited her, but he really didn’t seem to be in an amorous mood. Except for his proximity. Except for his eyes. He kept looking at her in a way that made her flesh threaten to crawl up her neck and over her head, pleasantly so. In fact, just thinking about himmaking love to her doused her whole body in slow, scrumptious heat. How goofy to even consider that. Obviously she had been visited by the hormone fairies.
    Lizzie snapped her thoughts back on the situation at hand. “I’m sure Walker will send someone out to look for me.”
    Finally, he put some distance between them. Now Lizzie could breathe normally instead of pant.
    â€œWho is Walker? Your car?”
    â€œHa, ha. The head of the chase crew.”
    He looked hopeful. “And he saw you drifting?”
    â€œAs far as I know, he did. When I came awake, I tried to contact him but I couldn’t pick anything up on my radio. That leads me to believe I drifted farther off course than I’d realized.”
    â€œYou have a radio?”
    â€œI did. It’s kind of submersed at the moment.”
    â€œThen I guess we’ll have to rely on your good fortune.”
    â€œOr yours.”
    He looked altogether too serious, and almost sorrowful. “Apparently my good fortune ran out a while ago.”
    Lizzie didn’t dare ask what life-altering event had driven him onto his boat, by himself, for months, away from all humanity. She’d already done enough damage for one day; no need to rock the boat, figuratively speaking. “Okay. I’m fairly lucky most of the time.”
    â€œGood, because the last time I checked theweather, there was a storm heading our way. That’s the reason I was returning to port.”
    â€œUntil I fell from the sky.”
    Finally, he smiled all the way, stripping years off his handsome face. “Yeah, but them’s the breaks. Just as long as you know what you’re up against. The weather could get pretty rough.”
    Living for years in Ohio, smack-dab in the middle of tornado alley, Lizzie had grown up with storms. She had overcome her fear and learned to respect their majesty, their power. Come to think of it, not much seemed to frighten her because long ago she’d learned you just have to have faith that things would work out.
    However, Jack Dunlap did frighten her in a way, or maybe it was his sensual pull. Not that she would tell him that. She didn’t dare reveal her attraction to him. In fact, she was determined not to let him see that each time she was close to him, she entertained some really dubious thoughts.
    Lizzie pulled her gaze away from his lest she give herself away. “I’m sure everything will work out fine.”
    â€œJust so you know,” he added, “it might get rocky around here.” His eyes narrowed and he took on that look again. The one that said he meant business, she’d like to think the kind that involved undressing and caressing. “Can you handle it?”
    Oh, yeah. “Oh, sure. What’s a little wind and rain?” A little bedtime adventure.
    Halt, Lizzie.
    â€œIn the meantime,” he said, moving a bit closer,“I’ll have to show you what I need you to do in case the situation calls for it.”
    Visions of him instructing her on the finer points of lovemaking leaped into her brain. What a way to weather a storm. She could consider that later. First, she needed food.
    Her stomach rumbled loud enough to rouse the Loch Ness monster. “Maybe this is a really bad time to ask, but do you have anything to eat? I’m starving.”
    His grin went wicked and a little wild. “So am I, Dorothy. So am I.”
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    Jack was very hungry, thanks to the woman busily raiding his cabinets. He should’ve thought twice, ten times before he walked in on her in the tub. He should’ve turned around and headed out the door. He should leave her to her own devices now, before he did