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and the deliveries arrived on my doorstep.” He snapped his fingers. “Magic.”
    She took another sip of her smoothie.
    “On Seeker’s Island, the locals aren’t strangers,” Rafe explained. “We help each other out.”
    Angelina wondered just how well he knew these shop owners.
    “You can return anything that doesn’t fit.”
    “I won’t be here long enough to use them.” Regret followed the words.
    “Don’t go, Angel. Give me today. Later, I’ll listen to your proposition, sign those confounded documents if I think it’s right to do so. But I want you to spend some time relaxing on Seeker’s Island.”
    Why? Because she was pale? Or because he wanted her? Angelina thought of, and then dismissed, her boss’s reaction. She’d send him another text. “You’ll cooperate?”
    His grin was wicked. “You could call it that.”
    “Rafe…” she warned.
    He held up a conciliatory hand. “Here’s the plan. I want to go for a run on the beach, and I hope you’ll join me. Then, breakfast and a ride to the falls for a swim in the magical pool. Then lunch. After that, whatever you want to do, even if it means talking about things I’d rather avoid. Deal?”
    Angelina studied Rafe’s face, searching for his level of sincerity. What she saw reassured her. “Deal.”
    ~~~
    Wearing wide-brimmed straw hats and bathing suits under their jeans and T-shirts, they rode two of Rafe’s Paints around the island to the falls.
    Angel had missed being on horseback. How did I stray so far from my roots…from what I loved? Even as she thought the question, she knew the answer.
    Sweetwater Springs had been too full of painful memories of Rafe, so she’d stayed away from her home as much as possible. Her family had made her avoidance easy, for they’d frequently visited her at college and law school and later in New York.
    Angelina forced herself to concentrate on the present. To enjoy the beauty of the white sand beach; the turquoise water that deepened into dark blue; the mangroves anchored on the edge of the water; the sandpiper that skittered across their path—and the sexy man who rode beside her, though she fought the attraction.
    They passed a thatched roof, open-sided tiki hut. Seeker’s Paradise Bar read the sign out front. The man behind the bar saw Rafe and waved.
    Rafe waved back but didn’t stop. “Only another few minutes.”
    Up ahead, the sandy beach changed to rocks. Rafe pointed inland to a grove of trees. “The nature preserve. The falls and pool are there.”
    They headed their mounts off the beach and onto a path leading through the mangroves with their stilted roots burrowing into the moist soil. Shade provided welcomed relief from the sun. Farther in, the mangroves gave way to white cedars, tall palms, and gnarled oaks dripping with Spanish moss. Here and there, Angelina spotted a tree with small orange-red flowers or an orchid peeking through the thick ferns.
    An old man, wearing overalls and no shirt, stepped between two oaks. Spanish moss dangling from the tree limbs framed his head. His face was brown and wrinkled, and his gray hair waved to his shoulders. A squirrel monkey rode on his shoulders.
    Rafe shot the man a dark look. “Amos, you have the worst timing.”
    The old man saluted and backed away. “Just checking things out, Rafe. I’ll head back to my place. Leave you two alone.”
    Rafe watched the man go and winked at Angel. “I supposed we should be glad he had clothes on.”
    Her eyes widened.
    “Yep. Amos likes to soak naked. Not a pretty sight. And Chachi, the little devil monkey…nothing’s safe around him. He’ll steal you blind. I know from experience…never, ever leave your clothes lying around while you skinny dip.” He urged his mount on.
    Angelina followed, chuckling at the image of Rafe running around naked to catch a monkey and retrieve his clothes.
    As they neared the pool, the distant sound of a waterfall grew louder. Instead of cascading over a cliff like