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would be crazy to pass up a chance to change his mind. “I’d be glad to. Why don’t we meet on the observation deck cafe. It’s at the top of the main building facing the ocean.”
    “Sounds great. I always enjoy a beautiful view first thing in the morning.”
    “Fine. I’ll see you then.” April forced herself not to rush back down the path. And she absolutely refused to contemplate why his twinkling, green-eyed gaze had swept over her during his comment on his preference of morning scenery.
    Or her immediate reaction to it.

    April looked up from her morning tea to stare out over the deck railing, watching the morning waves roll relentlessly onto the beach. Each crest seemed like an endless second hand, ticking away the time on nature’s eternal clock. Her time was running out.
    She forced her gaze back to the tack sheets she’d picked up from Carmen’s teenage nephew first thing that morning. “Smithson will flip,” April muttered under her breath. She cringed at the blurry results of Alejandro’s attempt at shooting yesterday’s wedding rehearsal and dinner. “That is if the bride-to-be doesn’t kill me first.”
    How on earth she was going to pull off a wedding of this caliber with a seventeen-year-old camera buff as her photographer? April’s thoughts scattered as she felt the wispy hairs on the back of her neck stir in a way that had nothing to do with the windy morning. Jack Tango was around somewhere.
    She barely managed to shove the sheets under her place mat before he took the seat across from her. She didn’t stop to analyze just how she’d known it was him.
    “Am I late?” His voice was raspy, as if he’d just awakened.
    “No, not at all.” Then she made the mistake of lifting her gaze to his face. Big mistake.
    Gone was the shadow of a beard that had grazed his jaw. His dark blond hair was still a little wild, probably from the stiff morning breeze, but he hadn’t been out in it long enough to dry more than the tips. He’d replaced the dusty cotton shirt with a yellow T-shirt that should have been rumpled, given his method of packing, but the breadth of his chest had stretched out any wrinkles.
    None of those things were what made her wary, though they certainly accounted for her increased pulse rate. The guy cleaned up better than good, she thought, and purposely avoided wondering what he’d put on the lower half of his body. It was safer. If there was such a thing around him.
    “Don’t tell me. There’s a dress code for breakfast, right?” The corner of his mouth curved in that little smile, making it clear he’d noticed her quick inventory. “I don’t do tails before nine P.M., but I’ll go back and put on a tie if it’ll make you feel better.”
    April returned his smile, charmed despite herself with this new, improved, even sexier version of Jack Tango. Her sunny outlook clouded slightly as her gaze shifted from his dry smile to his eyes. Her first mistake had just become her second.
    The rising sun at his back cast his face in shadows, making his eyes an almost incandescent green.
    She’d convinced herself after leaving him in the bungalow yesterday that she’d overestimated their effect on her. As his gaze slowly took in her appearance, she knew she hadn’t. Not in the least. “You look just fine,” she assured him in complete honesty.
    “May I return the compliment?”
    He was just being polite, she told herself. His smile shouldn’t have such a devastating effect. It was just a smile. But combined with those eyes …
    Business, April. Concentrate on business. She shifted her gaze to the clipboard beside her plate. The long list of wedding details still left to be handled brought reality back with a thud. “Thank you, Mr. Tango.”
    “Just Jack,” he quickly responded. A waiter appeared at his elbow, diverting his attention.
    “
Buenos días, señor
,” Jack greeted him. “
Huevos rancheros y una taza de café, por favor?
” The waiter nodded, then both