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night, so I could do with your help. Just to cook and clean up, you know, while I work on the boat. Not much to ask really,” he continued.
    Lara stiffened as she saw his mouth twitch with amusement. “The people at the resort will be expecting me and when I don’t turn up, they will send out a search party.” Her stance was even more defiant.
    “No. They won’t.”
    “What do you mean? Of course they will.”
    “When Jezebel broke down, I radioed a mate and he’s going to contact the resort and explain what’s happened.”
    “What? But you said the radio had broken.” For the first time a shiver of fear ran through her.
    “It has. It broke just after I’d sent the message but it’s okay — they know you’re safe with me.”
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    He touched her arm in what was meant to be a comforting gesture but she jumped back. I’ve taken this joke too far, he thought. Idiot . He decided to move into damage control—quickly.
    “You don’t need to be nervous. I won’t hurt you.”
    “How do I know that?”
    “Look, you stay in the house tonight and I’ll sleep on Jezebel. I promise you will be safe.”
    “No. How do I know you won’t get that stupid boat going and drive away leaving me shipwrecked here…forever?”
    Jack, once again, contained his amusement. “You sail a boat, not drive,” he automatically corrected her. “And you haven’t been shipwrecked.”
    She shoved a fist into his chest and his heart pounded as he controlled the desire to hold and caress that small hand.
    “It’s a ship and as far as I can see, it’s a wreck.” Her voice rose. “And I am still sleeping on the beach.”
    “It could get cold in the night. You had better take a couple of blankets with you.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out two rugs making the mistake of patting them which caused a cloud of dust to billow and envelop them both.
    “Oh,” Lara exploded with exasperation as she made her way to the door, case in hand. “You are impossible.”
    “Lara?” He opened another of the drawers. “There’s an old lavatory at the back of the house. If you have to go, you will need this.” He tossed a toilet roll through the air, which she managed to catch with her free hand.
    “And if you want a shower, there’s one outside. It’s a bit primitive, I’m afraid.” He tried to sound apologetic. “Only cold water.”
    The front door slammed behind her, once again almost falling from its hinges.
    “Whoops. My lady is not pleased.” He grinned as he bounced gently on the bed. Then as he thought about the expression on her face as she had rushed out of the door, his grin faded. Enough was enough. He’d had his little joke and it hadn’t worked too well. She was still acting the high and mighty but underneath she was scared, and that wasn’t his scene, to scare young women.
    He looked around the bedroom and getting up, walked into the living area studying it analytically in the dim light. Yeah . Who could blame a lovely girl like Lara for being cranky? The place was a dump. He mentally calculated the last time he was here and realized it was over a year ago—a wonderful hot summer, like now, when he had managed to escape from his busy life to come here to his special, lovely place. His island, where he could fish and swim and generally laze around, a world away from his usual frantic work life. And that was all Lara had wanted to do, for whatever reasons she might have, except she had chosen the popular tourist resort of Seagull Island with its up-market holiday homes and expensive souvenir shops.
Jack frowned as he drew his fingers through the dust spelling the word I D I O T. Idiot, that’s what he was. He had acted on an impulse in bringing her here, although Jezebel had quite legitimately broken down, and he couldn’t help that. However, they could have stayed on the boat, even if it was uncomfortable. He had made things worse. He loved this old place—his special island, but how could he expect this