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watch out for me, sweetie. You’re the best friend in the world. But I’m starting to think your original plan was a good idea. Vacationrelaxation helped along by some illicit island love, remember?”
    Jenn’s face finally brightened. “You know what? You’re right. He’s not a reporter. And he’s hot. You should go for it. Absolutely. Get your groove back.”
    â€œWas he really watching me?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œLike, in a good way? Or in a ‘I wonder if her dismembered limbs will fit into my duffel bag’ way?”
    â€œHe was frowning, actually, so I was wondering what he was thinking. But maybe he was just coming up with awful pickup lines.”
    Chloe waved a hand before scrambling up to her feet. “He probably thinks I look vaguely familiar but can’t place me. I get that a lot these days. Luckily, there’s no one around to clue him in…unless his brother recognizes me. But whatever.” She took a deep breath. “I’m Island Chloe, right? The girl without a care in the world?”
    â€œYes!” squealed Jenn, pumping her fist into the air in victory. “Funtown, here we come!”
    â€œMaybe just a short trip.” Chloe lifted her chin high. “And now I am going to go put on some clothes, so I can stop holding in my gut.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    D ARN IT, THIS GIRL WAS CUTE . Max took a swig from his beer, his gaze rising up to the swirl of stars above, but fully aware that she was only inches away. He couldn’t count the number of nights he’d spent staring up at the Milky Way, surrounded by the sounds of lapping, rolling water, but he’d never been quite so relaxed.
    Chloe was like a softly pulsing beacon beside him, sending off waves of warmth and peace. It would’ve been the perfect evening if not for the damn fire they kept feeding more wood to. At this rate, it would be morning before the embers cooled and Max could stop worrying enough to get some sleep.
    â€œAnother?” Chloe asked, holding out the bag of marshmallows. Max shook his head, and she set the bag back on the cooler before licking the last of the sticky mess from her fingers. He watched her mouth carefully. Her tongue glinted sparks of firelight when she licked.
    They’d pulled chairs down to the sand, so he wasseparated from her by the wide wood armrests of the old beach chairs, but that was probably a good thing. As attractive as he found her, Max still didn’t plan on getting involved. But she kept licking melted sugar from her fingers, eyes closed as if she enjoyed the task…
    â€œCastellan,” he heard the other woman saying to Elliott. “Jenn Castellan.”
    Max made his eyes give up their vigil on Chloe’s fingers and turned toward the blonde. “That’s a Spanish name, isn’t it?”
    â€œIt is.” Her smile looked more relaxed, too. As if they’d all fallen under a drugged spell. “I know I don’t look it. But my grandfather came straight from Spain to America. We’re all blond and blue-eyed Spaniards.”
    â€œFunny,” he said, “Chloe’s the one who looks like she could have Spanish blood. What’s your last name?”
    Her gaze shifted for a moment, fingers folding together for a brief squeeze before she picked up a stick and started poking at the fire. “It’s Turner.”
    â€œTurner. That sounds perfectly English.”
    She took a deep breath, as if she were waiting for something, but after a few seconds, she melted back into her seat. “It is. Nearly 100 percent. Embarrassingly boring.”
    â€œWe’re all Irish. Sullivans on one side, McKillops on the other.”
    â€œSo how’d a nice Irish boy like you get into treasure hunting? No work at the police station?”
    Elliott laughed, raising his beer toward Max in a mini-toast. “Max was always out there getting into some sort of trouble. He likes to be in