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quick shower. He may have caved and let himself have Molly
Callahan despite his determination not to touch her, but she was still a
distraction, he reminded himself.
    It
would be so easy to climb back into bed with her, tease her awake with soft
kisses, and then spend the day enjoying her body and the way her eyes lit up
when he smiled at her.
    You
have work to do ,
he told himself forcefully.
    And
that was all that had ever mattered.
     
    MOLLY
HADN’T THOUGHT THAT Jack Roman could ruin her day by being conspicuously
absent, but somehow he managed it. She woke, satisfied and sleepy in a bed that
still smelled of him, only to find his pillow cool to the touch and her hot
anthropologist nowhere in sight. Squelching her disappointment, Molly crawled
out of bed and headed to breakfast, trying not to care when he failed to
materialize. Her body was still singing from his possession, and each little
twinge and ache reminded her of how thoroughly he’d taken her.
    Fucked
and forgotten, she fumed, He’s probably off taking care of his rocks.
    She
thought she’d done a stellar job taking care of his rocks, but clearly he
wasn’t impressed, or he wouldn’t have abandoned her after a night of
what she thought was pretty spectacular wild monkey sex.
    Jerk.
    So
Molly did her best to put him out of her mind – snorkeling and sunning herself
on the beach in the morning, lounging around with a book and a cold drink in
the afternoon, and teasing her tanned young waiter into dancing with her on the
pier after dinner. It was all fun, relaxing, and good, but as Molly leaned
against the railing that night, looking out at the stars, she recognized the
fact that her mind had been somewhere else half the time.
    Jack
was ruining her vacation.
    And
he couldn’t even be bothered to show up so she could yell at him about it.
    Out
of the corner of her eye, she spotted the light in Jack’s bungalow go on, and
before she could think it through, she was stomping down the dock, intent on
reminding the arrogant scientist that giving a woman incredible sex was one
thing, but disappearing the morning after without so much as a word was
something else entirely.
    Serious
jerk.
     
    EVERYTHING
HURT. JACK WINCED as he peeled off his wet shirt and swim trunks and stepped
into the shower, rolling his shoulders. With the help of two men hired from the
fishing village, two of the tablets had come up without a problem. The third was
a real son of a bitch. Buried deep, it was six feet long and resisted all
attempts to pull it out of the wet sand that anchored it. It had taken hours to get it up, only to have it slip at the last second and settle again at
the bottom of the pond. Frustrated beyond reason, he had called it a day.
    Jack
scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his body and let the water rinse away some of
the stress. He needed a meal and a good night’s sleep, hopefully free from
dreams. The hard physical labor had kept him focused, but not focused enough,
and thoughts of Molly’s soft skin, the sweets sounds she made, and the
mind-blowing heat of her pussy kept intruding despite his best efforts to
ignore them.
    She
was probably pissed at him for disappearing on her today, and Jack had decided
that that was a good thing. One night was fine, but more than that… dangerous .
    He
stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his hips, only to hear the
front door slam shut.
    Uh-oh.
    His
Aphrodite was beyond pissed off as Jack entered the bedroom, standing there in
a silky robe over a short nightgown, blue eyes flashing, mouth tight. She
crossed her arms, which only pushed her breasts higher, and Jack couldn’t help
it – his eyes dropped to the luscious mounds as heat pooled in his groin.
    “You
are such a fucking jerk,” hissed Molly, and Jack was surprised at how
much the words stung.
    Her
lashes swept down, but not before he caught a glimpse of something beneath the
seething anger.
    Hurt.
    Anger
was fine. Anger was good. Hurt was… not .