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asked when he noticed Cael sitting on the bed in nothing but his swim trunks. “Why aren’t you ready yet?”
    “Tired. Tired of the bar scene, I guess. I don’t feel much like cruising again. Most of the women here are already involved. Nobody in their right mind comes to a place like this by themselves, looking to find a perfect mate.”
    “You sound like a middle-aged old fogey instead of the twenty-five year old lad you claim to be. Come on, it’s Saturday night. We gotta check out this place I heard about today from some locals. Supposed to have a live band and dancing. Think about it, holding a slender young female in your arms. There’s gotta be some bonny young ladies just waiting for a good-looking guy like you to walk into their lives and sweep them away from …” he splayed his hand through the air around him, laughing, “all this gorgeous paradise.”
    Cael laughed, then flipped the guy off as he stood and walked to the bathroom. “Okay, okay, I’ll get ready.”
    Finn closed the door behind him and Cael yanked a T-shirt over his head, rolling up the sleeves so the material wouldn’t irritate the tat. Deciding that looked a little too much like showing off, he unrolled it enough so that only the mystery woman’s legs showed. Then he moved. “Shit! Not such a good idea.” He pulled the light cotton shirt over his head and grabbed a sleeveless tank instead. He’d just have to go with the muscle shirt for a while until his arm healed. At least the tank didn’t appear to be a calculated sleeve roll-up just to show off a tattoo. Finn had been wearing a sleeveless tank also, which made it even worse because now they looked like the fucking Bobbsey Twins. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. It wasn’t like they’d ever see any of these people again anyway. Besides, he was learning that Finn had a way of taking any situation and turning it into something positive and amusing. He wished he could find something about Finn he didn’t like. The guy was growing on him. Over the past week, they’d become … well, friends, he guessed. Finn was funny, a definite lady’s man, charming them with his deep, rhythmic Scottish lilt, not that any of them ever took him up on his wild offers of sexual ecstasy. Not for the lack of trying, but Finn, like Cael, always returned to the bungalow alone. Cael supposed he hadn’t seriously tried to smooth-talk his way into one of the island’s hot babes’ beds. That was what gnawed at his mind. It just wasn’t like him, but for some reason his stubborn subconscious kept shoving that haunting dream back into his vision. Damn it, he was stuck on the fire woman. Well, he chuckled again, now she was stuck on him.
    As he stood and stared at the guy in the mirror, a part of Finn’s statement suddenly caught his attention, the twenty-five-year old lad you claim to be . He did look as if he’d aged a few years. Nothing you’d catch at a quick glance, but for the first time, he considered the fact that maybe, just maybe, more of his memory was gone than he’d realized. Something worth checking out.
    A short thirty minutes later, he and Finn sat outside on a deck attached to a bar covered with a thatched roof, a little hole-in-the-wall place where mostly locals hung out. They’d hit almost every major tourist spot on the island and Finn decided that they weren’t going to get laid visiting places that only couples and newlyweds patronized. So here they were, and Finn had his eyes set on the beauty with the long black silky hair sitting next to him. Her eyes the color of black onyx, legs that sang “caress me” and her soft French-Tahitian accent only added to her sultriness. Cael had to admit, Finn had mighty fine taste in women. Somehow, Finn had managed to convince the young lady to join them after her shift.
    As the sun slipped into the horizon, Finn’s hand slipped around the petite waist of the girl. She giggled, sipped her gin and tonic through a straw, and