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    The jitters would go away once he kissed her. She hadn’t felt nervous when he’d kissed her seven months ago. In his arms, she hadn’t been able to do anything but feel and moan for more. It would be the same, making love to him.
    No, it would be better. Joel wasn’t some fumbling college boy, like Jason had been. She had no doubt Joel Stanfield knew how to please a woman.
    “Where are we?” she asked.
    He lifted an arm and made a sweeping gesture from the jungle on one side to the ocean on the other. “Stanfield Cay, my private island.”
    A Land Rover pulled up, crunching over the gravel road before it stopped on the cement runway. Holding her elbow, Joel helped her into the car while his driver loaded their luggage. Joel took every opportunity to touch her, and her body responded with a dazzling heat that had nothing to do with the summery, island climate.
    “You even have a driver here, in the middle of nowhere? If you didn’t race cars for fun, I’d say you couldn’t drive, Joel,” she teased.
    He smiled as he poured her a glass of wine from the car’s custom fridge. “What can I say? Racing’s in my blood. In his youth, my father won the Targa Florio, an Italian car race.”
    “Racing’s expensive. I thought you were a self-made man.”
    “Pretty much. My father raced with corporate sponsor money before he met my mother and gave up his dangerous hobby to pursue a safe, business career.”
    “I didn’t know Stanfield International was your father’s business. I thought you started it from scratch.”
    “In a way. When my father died, his company almost died along with him. I brought it back to life.”
    “What happened to your mother?”
    He paused. His eyes darkened for a moment. “We’re not here to talk about my mother or my past. We’re here so I can explore your body, every beautiful satin inch of it.” He pressed her hand to his mouth, making her heart thud, her knees weak.
    She wasn’t ready for her reaction or to let go and make love with him. She was too annoyed that he’d shut her out, and his solid fortress of protection was back in place.
    Why was she getting ticked? She rubbed at the tension in her jaw. She wasn’t here to get close to him. She knew she’d never penetrate his emotional armor. She should be glad, because if he let her in, the danger of falling in love would be so much greater.
    A moment later, the car turned and headed up a dirt and gravel road. Ava grunted as the car bumped over the numerous gaping potholes. The moon broke free from its cloud and shined through the front windshield. She could see thick, dark vegetation on either side of them.
    When the car finally stopped in the middle of nowhere, Joel turned his attention to her. “If this is too primitive for you, we’ll head for Saint Thomas in the morning.” He opened his door, and a balmy breeze rushed in to mingle with the air conditioning. “This is my favorite place. I wanted you to see it.”
    Joel slid out, took her arm, and led her over a sandy path. She was in the middle of paradise, soaking it all in, staring at the sky overhead. She’d never noticed the stars in the city. Too many lights competed and too many people demanded attention. Out here, constellations were one of the main attractions. Stars flashed like tiny diamonds flickering against a midnight canvas. The moon gave off more than enough light for her to see Joel’s definition of primitive and hers weren’t the same.
    The island manor house had a porch that encircled the massive structure and a thatch-grass roof that blended into the landscape as if it were artist drawn. It was so beautiful, she knew some architect celebrated his creation.
    With Joel’s hand burning possessively against her lower back, he led her into the resort-like structure. While the driver unloaded the car, Joel showed her his retreat.
    The shiny teak flooring made the space warm and alive, as did the original artwork placed on every wall. Every