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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 out
of her shoulders. He didn't seem threatening at all. “Be serious,”
she said while she stirred cream into her coffee mug. “I'd like to
call you something other than stranger.”
    “ Adrian Massimino, at your
service,” he said as he slid her eggs onto a