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him too?  She shook her head.  Of course, she did.
    After Dani dried off, she looked into her bag and pulled out a pair of navy blue shorts and her favorite chambray shirt which had belonged to her brother.  She liked big, baggy, comfortable clothes at the beach.
    She looked in the cabinet and found a hair dryer, which she used to dry her long, blonde hair.  She didn't take time for makeup.  She had to get out of this house.  But what was she going to tell Steven?  How could she have come to the wrong house?
    She stared at her reflection in the mirror.  There was no need for blush.  Her cheeks had been stained a permanent rose from the moment she'd stepped into the beach house.
    She'd always been attracted to olive-skinned men with dark hair.  Why did he have to be so damned good looking? He favored a younger Andy Garcia, one of her favorite actors. Why couldn't he have an ugly wart right on the end of his nose with little hairs sticking out all around?
    When Dani finally stepped out of the bathroom, peering out to see if the coast was clear, she was relieved to find she was alone.  She scanned the room, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything before she made her escape.  She had to get out of here!  The sooner the better.
    It was easy to find the kitchen.  She just followed the smell of coffee.  Her stomach grumbled, reminding Dani that she hadn't eaten since yesterday morning.  When she saw the man standing in front of the stove cooking, she almost lost her appetite.  He reached for a plate, his shirt stretching snugly across his shoulders, and her hunger returned.
    But it wasn't just food she hungered for, and that thought scared her.
    She'd played it safe all her life, and now here she stood thinking lustful thoughts.  This could mean trouble.  God, she had to get out of here.  Dani cleared her throat to gain his attention.
    He glanced over his shoulder.  "How do you like your eggs?"
    "No.  Don't bother."  She shook her head.  "I'm not hungry. Really."
    He raised a doubtful eyebrow.  "I believe that was your stomach growling in bed this morning, so I know you're hungry.  Besides, it's too early to tell your . . . Steven  that you've just arrived on the ferry.
    “I've been thinking about this, and we need to decide what you're going to tell your friend.  We can do that while we eat," he stated, looking too damn smart for his britches as he turned the bacon.  "Now, how do you want your eggs cooked?"
    "Over light," Dani said, accepting his logic as she dropped her bag in the hallway.
    Maybe it won’t hurt to stay a little while longer.
    He was right.  Her guilt could use some food for company. Dani hadn't thought about what she was going to tell Steven. She couldn't very well say, "I took the wrong turn and drove all night."  There wasn't anything to drive on this island but a golf cart.
    "Can I get you some coffee?"  She might as well be agreeable since he was cooking.  And she had to keep herself busy to keep her mind off him , what she'd done, and what was going to happen in the future.  Her head felt twice its normal size and her temples throbbed a beat all their own.  She definitely needed some coffee.
    Lots of it.
    "Please.  Make mine black."  He looked at her and grinned as he broke the egg into the pan. "By the way, I like your shirt.  It seems we do have something in common."
    Danielle looked down, realizing that they had on the same style shirt.  "At least in clothes," she conceded, then reached into the cabinet and took out two coffee mugs.  She watched him from out of the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help admiring his bronzed features and the authority in his jaw line.  "Do you have a name?"
    He glanced at her before returning his attention to the frying pan.  He picked up a spatula and flipped the eggs.  "You seem to get a bit distressed if a man's name isn't Steven," he teased.  "Are you sure you want to hear mine?"
    She laughed and found the tension easing