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and compatibility was a waste of time. So was being reasonable and waiting for someone else to determine her future. She needed to have a think on this trip and figure out her next move.
    “Ian hired me for the week.”
    Lame. “So my safety only matters for a week while I’m a thousand miles away from home and Ian’s stalker? That’s just dumb.” She shook her head, but then smiled when she was handed a flower by a line of women greeting them.
    “I have no answers,” Hunter said, accepting a flower from the greeters but then turning to tuck it into Melanie’s hair. She shivered at the unexpected touch of his fingertips brushing against her cheek. “I learned a long time ago that we can never get inside someone else’s head. It’s a waste of time and energy trying.”
    She gazed up at him, wishing he would touch her again. That simple contact felt so good. “So you aren’t wondering what I’m thinking right now?” She wanted him to guess. She wanted him to know that she was attracted to him. Make the first move. She was tired of being the pursuer, of always having to make plans and seek out opportunities to be with a guy. She wanted to be chased. Melly the porn star would be pursued.
    He gave her a crooked smile. “If you’re Melly Ambrosia, you’re thinking you’d like a break from sex. You just want to be left alone to sunbathe and zip-line.”
    Then clearly she was not Melly Ambrosia, because all she’d been thinking about for weeks was sex and how she wasn’t having any. “I would assume porn stars actually like sex.”
    “I wouldn’t know, truthfully. Never having been one myself.” His hand had dropped, and he gestured as he started walking. “Baggage claim is this way.”
    She didn’t care about baggage claim, but she fell in step beside him. “Don’t be modest.”
    Hunter laughed. “The military career is not a cover for an illustrious film history. I really was on active duty for twelve years.” He glanced over at her and winked. “Though I
could
have been a porn star if I wanted to. I have all the qualifications.”
    There he was again. Talking about sex in a roundabout way that could be misconstrued if he wasn’t careful. “What, the name?”
    “That, and the assets.” He grinned wickedly.
    Classic dude bragging. She wasn’t sure if he was flirting, or just being a guy. “The modesty, too.” She gestured to where everyone was milling around. “Is this our carousel number?”
    “Looks that way. What does your bag look like?”
    “It’s got polka dots.” She already saw it. “There it is.” She pointed, then dropped her carry-on bag so she could go for the larger suitcase and haul it off the belt.
    But Hunter beat her to it. He yanked her bag off the belt with one hand. She rushed after him. “Hunter! Your arm. I can get it.”
    “I have two arms,” he told her, dropping his jacket onto her now-upright suitcase. “And the bad one works.”
    She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She wasn’t used to manly men and their need to prove they were 100 percent badass at all times. This was going to be an interesting experience. “Thanks for getting it.”
    He pulled a significantly smaller black bag off the belt.
    “That’s your suitcase?” she asked. “What’s in there, two pairs of underwear and a toothbrush?” She couldn’t exist for six hours on a bag that size. Seven days? Forget it.
    “Who needs underwear?” he said.
    There it was again. Teasing. Flirtation. “As long as you have fresh breath, I guess the rest is none of my business.”
    Hunter couldn’t read Melanie’s expression as he led her out to where a shuttle was waiting to take them to the resort. She looked pensive. He had thought he’d pushed it too far teasing her about her porn-star name, so he had retreated behind humor. He needed to remember that she was hurt and feeling bad, sad, mad, whatever, about being sent on this trip solo. She had expected to be there with her boyfriend and instead