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men turned their attention to April, who stared back, openmouthed. “
Señora
Morgan?” Jack prodded.
    “Señorita,” April responded without thinking. Jack’s smile snapped her back to attention and she quickly gave her order. “Thank you, Antonio,” she said to the waiter. The older man nodded sharply and left.
    “I said you could take me out in public.”
    April turned her attention back to Jack. “Youjust ordered eggs and a cup of coffee like a native. Your Spanish is hardly accented, Mr.—” He arched one brow, and she relented. It would help for them to be friendly if she was going to get him to agree to her proposal. “Jack. If you speak the language so well, why all the trouble with Miguel yesterday?”
    “I was kinda wiped out when I finally got here. I hadn’t slept in …” jack’s voice trailed off and he began toying with his fork, looking away from her for the first time that morning. “Let’s just say if I hadn’t gotten horizontal quickly, my body would have made the decision for me. Your bellman spoke some kind of local mix and I guess I wasn’t being too accommodating.” He lifted his gaze back to hers. “Did I get him in trouble?”
    “No, of course not. Miguel has worked for me for a long time, almost since we started. He places a lot of importance on his job. He takes pride in it, but he can be a bit …”
    “Overeager?” The corner of his mouth curved again.
    “Just a little. He was only trying to do his job, but I apologize if he bothered you.” She paused, then took a small breath before continuing. “Everything is okay, though? Your bags, I mean. Nothing damaged?”
    “Are you asking me as the resort owner making sure her guest is happy, or as the lady who needs acertain equipment in one piece for some personal reason?”
    April had the good grace to flush. She hadn’t thought she’d been so obvious. Matching wits with a fatigued Jack Tango yesterday had been challenging enough. She began to wonder if anything got by those piercing eyes that missed nothing—and noticed everything.
    She thought of the blurry tack sheets under her place mat. The wedding ceremony was to take place in less than ten hours. She had nothing left to lose. April took a sip of her tea and carefully replaced the cup before chancing a direct look. “Both.”
    Jack’s neutral expression eased back into a grin as he nodded. “Bravo,
señorita
. With me, honesty will get you where flattery never will. But my answer stays the same.”
    “Aren’t you the least bit curious why I’d ask a favor of a guest?” April watched him closely, but the only outward response she could interpret as interest were the dilating pupils of his eyes. “Would you at least hear me out?”
    “I didn’t remain conscious for too long after you left my bungalow yesterday, but what lucid time I had left was spent wondering how a slight thing like you managed a resort this size.” He paused for a long moment. “I think you just gave me my answer. You wear the opposition down.”
    April struggled to keep her smile in place.Was that his version of a “yes”? Oh well, she thought, bracing herself. No guts, no photographer. “I couldn’t help but notice your equipment yesterday.”
    “Yes, I noticed that, too.”
    Her confidence faltered as her strategy took a direct hit. A grin that was far from polite creased his handsome face. She fought the flame creeping into her cheeks at his obvious interpretation and bulled ahead. “You are a professional?”
    “One of the best.” His grin widened, exposing two even rows of gleaming white teeth that only a fool wouldn’t consider predatory.
    Well, April thought, she may have been a fool once, but never again. It had been the sort of lesson she wasn’t likely to forget. And running this resort wasn’t a picnic either. She could certainly handle one sexy, rough-around-the-edges photographer. “You do get paid for taking pictures, don’t you?” she reiterated