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yourself time to see that you’re better off without him. You deserve more than a guy who runs around with other girls behind your back. You’re young and beautiful and smart and he’s a fool for not doing everything in his power to keep you.”
    There was a minute of silence while Sierra listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
    “Give yourself time to think, time to get over him, and you know you can call me anytime you need someone to talk to.”
    A girl willing to dole out good advice like that couldn’t be mixed up in drug running. Sierra was too smart for something like that.
    Jack tiptoed away, not wanting to be caught spying on her. She didn’t deserve to be spied on in the first place.

Chapter Four
     
    At exactly nine a.m., Jack walked down the steps from the control room. He had spent the morning locked in his “office” to stay away from the temptation of Sierra. It seemed kind of silly that she could be a threat, but he wanted her so damn badly and following through on that urge wouldn’t do either of them any good.
    But he couldn’t avoid her any longer. He had to get the dock boys ready to cast off and be there to greet his boss and guests, who would be boarding any minute.
    “Good morning.” He couldn’t help but smile when he saw her there, in the sexy navy-blue uniform shorts and white tank top that contained breasts he knew felt damn good in his hands.
    “Good morning.” She stopped her work and smiled back.
    “Are you ready for the trip back to Sol Cay today?” Keep the talk on work, keep it anything but personal.
    “I am,” she said, looking as if she was going to say more.
    He didn’t want her to say anything about yesterday or the stupid, impulsive things he’d done. He should have kept his hands to himself, should have stayed away from her.
    Sierra walked right over to him, stood inches away, and Jack held his breath as she reached up. “You’re a little twisted.”
    She reached around his neck and adjusted his shirt collar, her warm skin brushing against his, making him want to kiss her, touch her, pound his cock into her.
    “Thank you.” He liked the way it felt having her close, having her take care of him, a little too much.
    Jack leaned forward, not caring how stupid it was of him, but needing to kiss her again, needing to feel the softness of her skin. No one was close enough to see them, everyone was busy below deck getting ready for departure. All the reasons to stay away from Sierra disappeared when she was so near, so tempting, but then he saw movement at the end of the dock.
    Luckily, Jack spotted Doug and his group of friends walking in their direction before he succumbed to his stupid hormonal needs. If he couldn’t deny the attraction, he had to at least hide it from Alexis and Doug.
    “There they are. I better get the boat ready.” The timing kept him from having to deal with uncomfortable conversation and emotions he didn’t want to face.
    This was going to be a long summer of avoiding Sierra if they didn’t come up with some sort of compromise. Maybe she would be okay with a relationship knowing it had to stay hidden and couldn’t last. But he had to talk to her about it before he touched her again because there would be no stopping him the next time. He wanted her too damn badly.
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    The boat sped away from North Caicos, its engine humming with the same intensity as her body after being near Jack again.
    She had to ignore it, had to do her job. Crystal stood behind the bar, a drink poured and ready to be delivered to Alexis. Sierra grabbed it and turned toward the group of rich people in the comfy deck chairs.
    “Sierra, come back,” Crystal said with a whispered urgency that made her stop in her tracks and turn around.
    “Why?” Sierra asked.
    “You can’t take the drink out like that. You need to use a tray.” Crystal had trained for this job, had gone to some fancy stewardess school.
    “Even with just one drink?”