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something really ridiculous, like run his hands down her bare thighs, then up again, then down again….
    He had to get his libido in a choke hold and put it to rest. Not necessarily an easy prospect, and only a momentary remedy. He had no idea how long this little liaison would last, or how he would control himself as he spent time with a woman who possessed a strong will, sassy mouth and a body that would be worth investigating. A really nice mouth that he’d wanted to kiss into silence several times today. Right now, even. But she was pregnant with another man’s child, and he didn’t want that hassle, no matter how tempting she could be. He had morethan enough to worry about considering his disabled boat.
    â€œDon’t you have anything besides canned meat?” she asked, slamming one cabinet door closed and moving on to the refrigerator.
    â€œI like canned meat. It’s convenient, and it’s not half-bad once you get used to it.”
    After closing the refrigerator door, she leaned back against it. “No salad?”
    â€œNot at the moment.”
    She threaded her bottom lip between her teeth. “This is not a good thing. I’m a vegetarian for the most part, although I will have poultry on occasion.”
    â€œMaybe you should consider diving for seaweed.”
    She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “You are so amusing, Ahab.”
    â€œSay what you will, but there’s nothing better than a big juicy rare steak.”
    â€œRare?”
    â€œYeah, the rarer the better.”
    Lizzie’s hand suddenly went to her belly, her face as pale as the white galley counter. “Oh, gosh. I think I’m going to be sick.”
    Jack rushed to her side and guided her up the companionway. She removed her hand from her mouth long enough to ask, “Where are we going?”
    â€œTo the deck,” he said. “I have a rule. Anyone who gets seasick has to do it over the side.”
    â€œIt’s probably morning sickness,” she muttered, her words muffled by her palm.
    But it happened to be night, Jack thought. Heguessed a little nausea was possible. After all, what did he know about pregnant women? Not a thing. He had a feeling he was about to learn more than he’d ever imagined.
    When they reached the stern, he turned her toward the sea and held on to her from behind. “Go ahead.”
    She glared over one shoulder. “I can’t do it with you watching.”
    â€œYou’re going to have to because I’m not letting you go. If you fall in, then I’ll have to go get you. And babe, I’m thinking that would be a bad idea. Rule one, stay on the boat.”
    That brought her around in his arms. “I told you, I’m not a babe.”
    â€œAnd I’m not Ahab.”
    â€œIt’s either that or Captain Hook since we seem to be following a fairy-tale theme.”
    â€œBoth my hands are intact.” Definitely so because they’d somehow made their way to her hips.
    â€œI guess you’re right about that, so Ahab it is.”
    He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Okay, Dorothy. Are you feeling better now, or do you still need to be sick?”
    She drew in a deep breath, thrusting her breasts forward against his chest. Man, he didn’t need that.
    â€œI’m not nauseated anymore, only hungry,” she said. “I just need something to eat.”
    Jack needed to kiss her, badly. But he sure couldn’t do that at the moment, or anytime for that matter. He took a much-needed step back but kept his hands clasped loosely around her waist shouldshe decide to pass out. “Look, I have some Oriental noodles with vegetables. Will that do?”
    She grinned. “Perfectly.”
    How little it seemed to take to please her. Jack wondered if that held true in all endeavors, including lovemaking. Slapping the thoughts from his brain, he released her completely. “Let’s get you something to