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but—”
    They reached the double glass door leading
into the lobby. Andrew shuffled his laptop underneath his left arm
and laid his right hand on the door handle. Tasha readjusted her
backpack over her shoulder and laid her hand on his. “Maybe we
could start over?”
    Both turned to the other. For a moment, they
stood frozen. Tasha liked looking into those blue eyes. Then Andrew
broke the connection, slid his hand from underneath hers, and
pushed the door open, ignoring her.
    He stepped several steps into the lobby.
Tasha tumbled in behind him, then stood by his side.
    The room was large with thick red carpeting
and dark rough-hewn log walls. Plants of assorted sizes and species
decorated the room. Slow-moving fans hung from huge beams stretched
across the ceiling. There was a large reception desk to the left
with a man standing behind it, and a grouping of chairs to the
right. Across the back of the room was a wall full of
floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over an open area and some
individual cabins. A crowded pool was visible to the left.
    But something else entirely caught Tasha’s
eye. Andrew’s too, she suspected.
    The man behind the desk was nude from the
waist up. At least that was all she could see, the desk covered him
from the waist down.
    My, but this place must really be casual to
allow the workers to go shirtless.
    Shirtless?
    Tasha glanced to Andrew’s paled face. His
gaze was trained out the window. She followed his line of
vision.
    Squinting at the distant pool through the
mottled glass, she could barely make out that the pool’s occupants
appeared to swimming—
    Without the proper bathing attire.
    Ohmigod? Was this the “au naturel” swimming
and Jacuzzi the brochure talked about? Right up front?
    Tasha grinned. Now, this was going to get
very interesting, very quickly.
    Andrew’s laptop fell to the floor with a
thud, hitting Tasha’s toe. She ignored the pain and turned. His
eyes were wide and his mouth dropped open. Tasha’s tongue grazed
over her own lower lip as she found herself looking Andrew Powell
up and down, wondering just what he would look like without that
stuffy starched white shirt.
    Then she realized he was doing the same to
her.
    And what was that look in his eyes?
    Tasha hesitantly smiled. Andrew snatched up
his laptop and bolted out the door.
    “Wait!” She called out and followed him out
the door. “Andrew, wait!”
    When she finally caught up with him, she
grasped his arm to stop him. “Wait. Think about this a minute,” she
gasped, out of breath. “This might be fun.”
    He dropped his luggage and briefcase to the
ground and turned to her. “If you think I’m staying in a nudist
colony for a week, then you better think again.” He bent to pick up
his bags.
    Tasha laughed. “This isn’t a nudist colony,
it’s a Club Regale resort. Eden II. Remember?”
    “Those people didn’t have clothes on. And I’m
not so sure about the guy behind the desk.”
    “Oh, he had shorts or something on, I’m
sure.”
    “Well, I’m not,” he replied. “I’m
leaving.”
    “Where to?”
    “Back to Seattle.”
    “Seattle?”
    “Home.”
    “And miss your vacation?”
    “I’ll schedule another one.”
    “But you’re here now. Why don’t you stay? It
took like, forever, to get here. Remember?”
    Andrew paused, staring, then shook his head.
“If you think that after all you’ve put me through the past six or
seven hours that I’m going to share my vacation with you in a...a
place where people take their clothes off, then you’re just as
crazy as I thought you were.” He began walking toward the door.
    “Whatsamatter? You chicken?”
    She thought she could see the tiny hairs on
the back of his neck stand straight up. Again, he ignored her.
Tasha followed.
    “C’mon. It’s just a week. Stay and loosen up
a bit. Do you some good to get out of those stuffy old clothes for
a while. Kick off those wing-tips and bury your toes in the sane.
Relax. Sunbathe. Get in