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it had become as normal of a thought to him as breathing. And he didn’t want to wait any longer.
    He wiped a tear from his cheek, and let the song and the moment go, and let the rhythm of the surf take over the night again as he started to run down the sand, a kamikaze to the ocean. If he could only get far enough into the water before his legs refused to work, the gentle surf would make short work of him. It would be an appropriate way for Evan to die.
    Only, there was something more now.
    As his struggling melody ended, another voice colored the night air. A beautiful, sensually fluid voice. Evan peereddown the empty beach and then back to the jumble of rocks that made up Gull’s Point. She was close, he could tell that much, but he couldn’t see her. The sound she made though…it melted his heart. And his body. Evan paused his run to the water almost the instant it began and walked back to the boulder he’d been singing on. As if in some distant dream, he felt himself relax again into the questionable comfort of the boulder’s seat, even as he yearned to move closer and find the source. It embarrassed him to know that she had probably heard his feeble attempts at song—maybe even felt the need to sing to blot out the amateur attack of his singing. Still, embarrassment aside, he had to meet the owner of that voice! After enjoying the music pulsing in the air all around, Evan pushed himself out of his reverie and threaded his way around the rocks, hugging to the sharp side of the point so that he didn’t end up in the waves. There wasn’t much of a path to the point’s tip, but it was walkable if you were careful. Once there, something of a lookout space existed; a flat oval spot on the rock that protruded into the ocean where you could stand dozens of yards out into the water, and watch the far horizon. Lovers came there to watch the sun rise and set. And to do other things, he supposed.
    As he rounded the last obstacle in his path, his heart stopped.
    And started.
    And stopped again.
    Evan forced himself to breathe, slowly. Quietly. The moonlight illuminated the woman’s back and Evan found himself yearning desperately to caress the creamy skin that lay there, naked to the night, just steps away. The woman rested her head on an elbow. The slope of her ribs leading to her waist to the sumptuous rise of herhip was as perfect as any artist’s rendering of a nude in the moonlight that Evan had ever seen. He struggled not to be gauche and stare at her ass, but…Jesus…there was a naked woman lying on the ground here, singing! And the globes of her ass were absolutely kissable. How could he not stare at her? Especially when most men’s magazines would have paid top price for the opportunity to photograph her. If the front side of this girl was anything like the back, she could demand any fee for voyeuristic entrée.
    She had more than a perfect ass though. She had a pitch-perfect voice. And that may have been more attractive to Evan than her body. With the gentle rush of the surf around them, she sang a plaintive and unidentifiable melody that chilled and warmed Evan to the bone at the same time. He felt feverish with the sound, aching to run to her, to hold her in his arms and not because of the attraction of her body. Her music drew emotions in torrents from his heart. Her song, quite simply, played him.
    The sound reached high into the night and then dipped, and Evan gasped at the impact of that melody.
    And with the interruption of his gasp, the music abruptly ceased. The woman rose to her feet in a heartbeat, glanced around behind her. Her eyes narrowed as they focused on the spot where Evan stood on the beach. Without a second look, she suddenly stepped up on a jagged rock and dove off into the water a few feet below.
    Evan was left with an impression of darkly luminous eyes and pouty lips framed by a long tangle of dark curls; her hair fell halfway down her back when she stood. He’d also caught a hint of