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didn’t have to drag herself out of bed and run a tour. Instead, she could explore the incredible man underneath her.
    Man? Underneath her? Memories of being stranded flooded her brain. With a start, Crescy sat up. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and stared at Marcus. A lazy, sexy grin curved his lips and his eyes blazed with unquenched passion.
    “Good morning.”
    She’d thought his regular voice was irresistible. Marcus plus morning voice was almost her undoing. For a second she was willing to risk the possibility of pregnancy for fifteen minutes of ecstasy with him. Hell, he could probably last a full hour.
    “Morning,” she mumbled. She was unsure of herself, and that scared her more than the brief insanity of considering risking her future for this man. Suddenly, a holiday affair didn’t seem the worst thing in the world.
    “I heard a car drive by about fifteen minutes ago, but it didn’t stop. Chances are there’ll be another one soon. If you’re ready, I’m sure your uncle and aunt will be anxious to know you’re safe.”
    She reached up to bundle her hair to put it back up. He put out his hand to stop her. “Leave it down, please, for now.”
    She remembered falling asleep on his chest, his hand stroking her hair as he told her about the latest book he was writing. And she’d slept without a single nightmare waking her in the night. His eyes caressed her face and she felt —loved.
    “Why didn’t you wake me?”
    “I couldn’t bring myself to do it. You were so peaceful, so beautiful.”
    She swallowed , but was saved from answering as the distant sound of a car intruded on the spell he had cast on her. Smoothing her T-shirt down, she clambered over the front seat and out the driver’s door, because going out the side door meant climbing over Marcus, and she wasn’t sure she could force her body to do that. She made it out onto the road in time to stop the car.
    A family on their way to church offered them a ride back to the main road from where they could get a taxi. Marcus sauntered out of the van , his backpack slung casually over his shoulder. He greeted the stunned family with the warmth of a long lost relative. The car’s occupants rearranged themselves to accommodate them. One child sat on the mother’s lap in the front seat and the other two sat on her and Marcus in the back.
    As they neared the main road, her cell phone picked up a signal. She called home to arrange to be picked up, explaining in Creole about getting stuck and Marcus still being with her. She tried to sound as contrite as possible for her uncle and the family in the car. If only Marcus didn’t have a mile wide smile on his face, which made the innocent night appear so much less so in the light of the day.
    “My aunt is going to pick us up in her car,” she said to Marcus .
    He simply nodded, an enigmatic smile still on his face. Had something happened last night she’d forgotten? No, she was sure she’d remember.
    She was still puzzled when they stood side by side on the corner of the highway and waved at the family who drove off, sure to tell their friends at church of the odd couple they’d rescued that morning.
    Fifteen minutes later, Aunt Gloria arrived in her battered Ford Escort. Crescy jumped in the back before Marcus could, leaving the front seat for him. She’d notice him flexing his legs when he got out the back of the family’s compact car. The least she could do was give him the majority of the leg room for the hour drive to his resort. She lay her head back and relived the moment she’d woken up in Marcus’s arms. What she wouldn’t give to wake that way every morning.
    When her aunt turned around and star ted driving back the way she’d come, Crescy sat up. “Aunt Gloria, Marcus is staying at the Silver Sands. It’s in the opposite direction.”
    “The poor man has spent the night sleeping on uncomfortable chairs. The least we can do is give him some breakfast and a shower before we