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to do with proper nutrition.” She looked guiltier than sin on Sunday, but he felt a grudging respect when she lifted her chin a notch.
    “Actually, there is something—”
    “Sorry. No dice.” His voice hardened a bit. He felt like such a sucker. “I came here to get away from work for a while.”
    April held his gaze. She should have known finding a photographer literally on her doorstep was too good to be true. But there was no point in backing off now. “I realize how tired you are,and if it weren’t so important I’d never ask for help from a guest, but—”
    He took a step closer to her until only the two stair steps separated them. “But nothing. I’m really sorry, but whatever it is, you’ll have to find someone else. The only pictures I’m taking on this trip are for me and me alone.”
    He watched her try to mask her desperation. The sun side-lit her features, creating shadows under her eyes. His fingers tensed. “I might make an exception if the favor includes you being the subject; otherwise the answer is no. Period.”
    April blanched. Taking pictures of her was the absolute last thing she’d ever ask him to do. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked.” Embarrassed by both his apparent sincerity and the bungling mess she’d made of asking him for help, she stammered, “I … I’m sorry. I’ll figure something out.”
    She paused, fighting for composure. She’d already practically begged the man—a paying guest—to help her out. He didn’t need to be subjected to a list of her problems as well. “I’ll let you get your rest, Mr. Tango. I’ll have the desk call you at nine tomorrow morning, unless you wish otherwise.”
    “It’s Jack. And nine sounds fine.” She nodded, then turned to leave. Jack noticed a brown streak marring the sleeve of her blouse and reached out to brush at the stain, but dropped his hand immediatelywhen she stiffened. His gaze darted to her face and found her quietly assessing him. “Your blouse. It’s dirty. It must have been the strap of my gear bag.”
    She looked at her arm, obvious relief crossing her face when she spied the streak of dirt.
    Something wasn’t right here, he thought. Even though he’d mistaken the reason for her earlier persistence, her reaction just now didn’t jibe. His annoyance fled. “Please put the cleaning tab for this on my bill.”
    “That won’t be necessary.”
    “It’ll make me feel better for being so rude to you.”
    “You weren’t rude, just tired. If anyone was rude, it was me.”
    “Anyone ever tell you you’re a lousy liar?”
    She paused, looking away for a moment, then met his gaze directly. “Not when it counted, no,” she responded evenly.
    Again she surprised him. “Then they were blind.” Her responding smile lit her features all the way up to her lovely brown eyes. Just standing there, being the recipient of it, seemed to infuse him with renewed strength. “Have breakfast with me tomorrow, after I’ve gotten some rest, and we’ll talk. Okay?”
    “Does that mean you’ll consider my request?”
    “You really are the CEO, aren’t you?”
    She lifted her shoulders slightly as if to say she had to try, but her smile was unapologetic. “Will you?”
    “Only if you’ll consider mine. I meant what I said about taking some pictures of you.” Her smile became a memory. What had he said? “I was serious about being on vacation too. Any pictures I take while I’m here are for me and me alone. I don’t intend to sell them, just appreciate them,”
    Seeing he hadn’t eased her mind, he shrugged as if it didn’t matter. He didn’t want it to matter. “Forget I mentioned it, okay? But the breakfast offer still stands. I promise that with some sleep I won’t embarrass you in public. Please?”
    His “please” was accompanied by the crooked smile she’d already learned did dangerous things to her ability to reason. Sexy and so tempting. Too tempting. April argued with herself that it