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relationships, he allowed himself a measure of relief when he noticed no ring or tan line on her fourth finger. In his line of work, he’d met men and women who regularly hid their marital status when away from their spouse. But it stood to reason that she was single, given the nature of her beliefs. “So there’s no Mr. Dear Annie?”
    She let out a nervous laugh. “No.” Then her expression turned more serious as she stared up at him with those lovely eyes.
    “I’m single too.” So what that she hadn’t asked. He glimpsed interest in her stare, he was sure of it.
    Why had she spilled the fact that she was Dear Annie, or pretending to be? Since when was she so forthright with complete strangers? Wasn’t as if he wouldn’t find out, though.
    She should tell him to leave. The man was way too tempting and she didn’t want to do something she knew she’d regret. But the longer she stared at him, the more handsome he grew. His broad shoulders and sexy mouth reminded her how lonely she was most of the time. And how horny.
    I do not need a man.
    He was definitely sending her some unmistakable vibes. It wasn’t as if she’d ever pursue a romantic relationship with someone like him, or anyone for that matter. She’d never open herself to the emotional abuse again.
    Even though he wasn’t a pervert, he could be just as dangerous to her. He’d make her want him, desperately. Then he’d disappear from her life.
    But when she breathed in his woodsy scent, her knees went weak. The air between them crackled with carnal energy. She swallowed hard and tried to focus on what they’d been talking about. “Um, why don’t you sit so we can take care of that cut?”
    He never released her gaze as he folded his hulking frame into a chair at the table.
    She handed him antibiotic ointment, careful not to touch him. “I’m sure you’ll understand if I don’t watch.”
    He chuckled and she noticed he had dimples. “Absolutely. I don’t want you passing out on me.”
    He grabbed antiseptic and she turned away. Although she wasn’t looking at him, she felt the heat of his stare on her back.
    Her dress stuck to her left thigh and she remembered that the man she’d bumped into had spilled part of his drink on her. She rolled her eyes at the oversight. Why had she put on the flouncy dress she’d traveled in all day rather than one of the cute cruise-wear ensembles she’d borrowed from her sisters?
    I do not need a man.
    She shut her eyes and imagined herself in the little sexy black cocktail dress Diana had loaned her. She pictured Guy’s eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw her in it. He’d sweep her into his powerful arms like one of her romance heroes. A whisper of desire rolled over her skin.
    “All done.”
    His voice jerked her out of her daydream. Just as well. She spun around and ventured a glance at his knee. His shorts were rolled up to his mid-thigh and the cut was now covered with a bandage, thankfully. She had to make herself quit staring at his exposed knee, but it had to be one of the best ones she’d ever seen and it was attached to a damn fine leg, long and thick with muscle.
    He stood, towered over her, and all she could think about was how good it would feel to have those strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe. She took a step away, heat suffusing her face at her body’s visceral reaction to the mere presence of a handsome man. But she knew better. When it came to men, she made bad decisions that ended up biting her in the ass. “I should…probably clean up and change for dinner.”
    He set his hands on his waist. “Are you going to the beach party?”
    She shook her head. “I’m not one for…crowds. I’ll probably just eat dinner in the hotel dining room.” She wrapped her arms tightly around her body. She was already too attracted to him. A dozen warning bells went off in her head.
    “All alone? That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
    No, but it is safe.
    “I’m not