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minutes and thinking, wading at
the shore was a glorious waste of time.
    The professional in him got that part of
her—the tough exterior was a veneer.
    The man in him wanted to
unveil her until she was spread wide open to him. Good God. The million
things he’d do, if he got the chance with her.
    “ C’mon,” he’d shouted. “The
water’s marvelous.”
    She shook her pretty head unimpressed.
    Man. She was a real
ballbuster . He couldn’t blame her. He
wasn’t much for spending the day on a towel without diving into the
sea, but no one could argue with the potential of this site. Great
place to watch the waves; scads of sunbathers lined the
beach.
    He looked up and down the shoreline.
    Hell’s
bells . He hadn’t realized he was smack in
the middle of a bunch of topless sunbathing women. No wonder
Marissa kept her distance.
    He swung around and took what seemed like a
hit to his gut. The sunlight poured over Marissa, shimmered off her
skin creating a halo around her body or some reflective effect.
Probably something she lathered over her naked self after a shower.
She positively glowed.
    He imagined her unclothed body, and his cock
hardened. Even standing there with her arms wrapped around her
middle, she was a provocative sight. Skirt hiked up on her hips
revealing a good bit of thigh and her blond hair having come
undone. At this rate, he’d be sporting a full-blown hard-on.
    Quit acting like you’re
fifteen around her. He stopped staring at
Marissa and pictured how a sleek, glass and metal condominium would
appear beyond his realtor. Crap, if she was in the photo layout,
the selling point would be a no-brainer. The weight of her bag
sprang to mind. He was carrying her purse. Some sight he must be to
Marissa.
    Behind those sunglasses, he couldn’t get a
feel for the direction of her thoughts, never mind any potential
interest she may or may not have in him on a personal note. She had
agreed to a business dinner; perhaps he could start with something
more relevant. Say, lunch.
    He trudged back from the water’s edge.
Marissa’s back was turned when he reached her.
    “ You hungry?” he asked,
inhaling her scent.
    “ Am I ever?” She stopped
snapping photographs with a sleek digital camera, and reached for
her bag.
    “ I hope you can’t hear my
stomach rumble. Don’t think poorly of me but I’m starved. There are
several restaurants opposite the boardwalk. Do you want to phone
Sinclair?”
    A few wild curls played havoc at her
temples. She swiped at them, brushing them behind her ear. Damn,
he’d be willing to forget lunch and find the nearest hotel if she
agreed. It had been a long time since he’d been this tempted.
Marissa twisted her hair and repinned the sheet of blond silk back
into the realm of neat-prim-and-off-limits. He watched her,
tantalized but held to merely drinking in her sight.
    “ I’m hungry as well. Tell
me, do you ever do more than act the realtor?”
    “ What do you
mean?”
    “ Is this all you do down on
South Beach? What about seeing the sights from a more laid-back
position.” The idea was more about seeing her tonight. What he’d do
if she’d unwind her hair for him. Better to get the ball rolling
and he hastily pulled out his phone. “Where do you want to
eat?”
    “ Sinclair gets plenty of
invitations for openings of clubs and restaurants. The one over
there is unbelievable. I don’t think we need reservations,” she
shared. “Don’t you need to get back?”
    He cocked his head, amused by her
suggestion. “To what? Darling, this spot seems beyond
temptation.”
    “ Mr. Herndon, please
remember I’m not your darling. But to answer your question, your
family. I thought you might want to do some sightseeing. Call them
and check in.”
    “ When you call me Mr.
Herndon, I feel as old as Methusehla . If you want me to
respond, call me Wyatt. And sorry to disappoint. I’m not married.
No children either. So you see, it’s just me. Alone. Correction.
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