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male voice with a hint of local accent.  Not full blown like the few others she had heard, but subtle, with a hint of something else.  Carm couldn’t make out the words, but the low pitch and cadence of the voice sounded as soothing to her as the ocean waves.
    The voice continued below her second floor window.  Carm smiled slightly as she realized whoever was out there must be having a conversation with the lazy, fat grey cat in the hammock.  Most likely he was trying to convince it to give it up so he could take up residence. 
    The man laughed low and sexy, the kind that rumbled deep in a man’s chest.  Feeling her stomach clench in response to the sensual sound Carm jerked awake.  Eyes open wide, Carm stared at the white painted tin ceiling.  She must have been further dozed off than she realized to have such a response to a lone male voice.
    Carm sat up, curiosity to see the face of the man that belonged to the voice overriding her need for a quick nap.  Wiping her palms on the thighs of her fuschia linen pants, Carm stood up and strode to the window. 
    Looking out Carm felt disappointed to find the area empty.  The cat still lay curled up in the hammock, but his attention seemed to be caught on something around the corner at the front of the house.  Grey—that’s what she dubbed the kitty—meowed and stretched one large paw out in front of it.
    Leaning further out the window, Carm still couldn’t see where the man had gone.  A bit let down, Carm was about to go back inside when she heard the voice again.
    “You want some of this, don’t you Noomba? Oui ?  It’s your lucky day mon.”
    So that’s what the mixture of accent was.  French and Caribbean and a hint of American. Very exotic.
    Very, very sexy.
    Carm mentally willed the man into view.  A man with that great a voice had to be gorgeous.  No way would God be cruel enough to give a homely man that kind of voice. 
    Running her hands through her loose hair, Carm held it in a ponytail at the base of her neck with one hand and waited. 
    Come on guy.  Just one little peak, that’s all.  Just enough to see if the rest of you matches that voice.  
    “I’m coming mon, I’m in a bit of a pickle and don’t want to drop this gourmet food of yours.  Merde .  Got my pants caught in the rosebush. Ok, I’m loose mon.”
    Carm felt her pulse speed up at those words.  Come on, come on. 
    Movement came from the front of the house and Carm melted back, having no wish to be seen hanging halfway out a second floor window with her large breasts on display.  They stood out well enough on their own.  She certainly didn’t need to help them along.
    The man finally came into view around the corner and Carm felt a flush of heat creep up her face and her heart lurch deep in her chest.  Cold, tingling prickles of awareness broke out at the back of her neck.
    Curly, medium brown hair with blonde streaks hid the man’s face from view, but the rest of him resided in plain sight.  And from what she saw made her mouth water.
    The man was gorgeous.  Drool-worthy gorgeous.
    Tall and lean, he wore only a light button-up cotton shirt in pale lavendar and lightweight cream trousers rolled up at the hem.  The shirt was unbuttoned almost halfway down his chest giving Carm a fantastic view of his sculpted muscles from her vantage point.  Beautifully smooth and tan.  It made her palms itch to touch the sun-kissed flesh.
    The man had the most gorgeous skin tone she’d ever seen.  Deeply golden, his skin looked fantastic against the cool lavendar of his shirt.  Even his calves exposed by the rolled cuffs and his bare feet were tan and sexy. 
    By the look of his curly hair and dark tan the man had a hint of islander in him. In Carm’s mind it only added to his appeal, making him more exotic and gorgeous than his voice already had.  
    If that was possible.  His voice was the stuff dreams were made of, and not the innocent, sweet ones either.  More like the