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okay. Safely."
    He laughed and caught up with her. He took her arm as he walked beside her.  "Alyse Skye, you're more like me than I thought! Both of us are thinking of ourselves first. I like that. It means we're safe together." He draped an arm over her bare shoulder. "Would you like to go somewhere else tonight? For drinks and maybe a little night dancing?"
    Suddenly she was alarmed at his tone, his frank words. Were they alike? She didn't think so. Even though she thought he was exciting, she felt the need to back away and evaluate what he'd proposed. What was it about this golden man who intrigued her. "No, thank you, Jake. I've had enough to drink tonight. And I have a lot to consider. Just walk with me back to the Skye Command."
    They strolled along the shoreline in silence, like any American couple in Mexico. Distant laughter and lively music wafted invitingly to them. When they reached the pier, they could hear only the soft, sucking sounds of tiny waves lapping at the nearby boats. It was an enticing sound, a gentle tugging at the senses. Their shoes clacked on the wooden wharf, sometimes together, sometimes at odds.
    Stopping before the Skye Command, Alyse held her breath. Should she agree right now to his bizarre plan? Or was it too risky? She looked up into his dark eyes, searching for answers.
    Jake's eyes explored hers for only a split second, then clouded with bold desire. He knew only that he wanted this woman, had wanted her since he'd first set eyes on her. But she wasn't his to take. Not yet. Not now. He could ruin it all. . . .
    Maybe… just one kiss . . . His lips lowered to taste hers, softness-to-softness, warmth-to-warmth. He held himself back from gripping her fiercely and penetrating her mouth as he wanted to do. It was just a touch, nothing more. The vibrant blending was brief, merely a sweet kiss that lasted a few moments. It was just a morsel of her, a temptation he could barely resist.
    This woman was different. He could sense it. Although nothing had transpired between them, his wild and active imagination was thrown into overdrive. She rocked his entire body with one kiss. He was tense all over and wasn't sure how to react.
    For that brief moment Alyse allowed the kiss. She had expected it from the look in his eyes. She knew he desired her. What she didn't expect was her own reaction to him. She wanted to part her lips for him, to invite his invasion. Her breasts ached with a sudden surge, and she wanted to arch against him, to feel his muscular body engulfing hers.
    But she didn't dare.
    He kissed her again. This time his tongue edged her lips, moistening them and teasing them open. Her tongue played against his momentarily, then gave way. Slowly, deliberately, he entered her lips, receded, then probed further. His hands cradled her face, and he murmured, "Oh, God, Alyse. . ."
    She pulled back and whispered, "I thought you said this was strictly business."
    "Right. You make the rules."
    Oh, God, did he really mean that? Hell, yes! His life was at stake here! His hands dropped to his sides. He had to control himself. And resist her.
    Her small right hand grasped his tightly and shook it. "It's been nice doing business with you, Mr. Bronson."
    When she tried to remove her hand, he held on. His words were hot spurts of breath on her cheeks. "Tomorrow. Pichilinque Bay for shrimp tacos. A business lunch."
    "More business?" Alyse caught a shaky breath. "Okay." Yes! Oh, dear God, yes! Again with Jake.
    "Around eleven?"
    She nodded, then clambered aboard the Skye Command. Why she was so shaky? And why had she agreed to go with him again tomorrow? And why she was so damned breathless right now. She leaned against the cabin door and gasped for air as if she'd been jogging for miles. The golden man did strange things to her.
     
    Later, as Alyse settled in bed with her book, she couldn't concentrate on Bristol Bordeaux's adventures. She could think only of Jake Bronson, his strange story, and his even