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longing than go through that pain again.
    “You’re absolutely right. We must focus on business.” His mouth opened, as if he might say something else or kiss her, but he stepped back instead.
    “Good night, Sadie. I’ll let you know about the paperwork.” He pointed to the books on the table. “Keep them a while longer. You’ll need them, and they’d just get wet on the way home.”
    She opened the door for him. The mere sight of the wind whipping the creek into choppy waves made her dizzy. She was glad she didn’t have to get into a boat tonight. Another reason nothing could happen between them. A sea-loving man and a seasick woman had no chance at a happy future together.
    “Good night, Hen—Mr. Rockfield. Have a safe trip home. It looks rough out there.”
    “Nothing I can’t handle.”
    She believed it. He might not be a book learner, but his quiet strength could battle any storm.
    After she closed the door behind him, she leaned against it and slid down a couple of inches. With a life of their own, her fingers picked up where his had left off. Caressing the side of her left breast and sliding across the cotton fabric of her white blouse to the aching peak. Her heart thundered, pulsing the swollen flesh against her frantic touch.
    She needed to feel her bare skin. Pretend it was his. Because she’d never wanted anyone so much. She tore at her blouse buttons. He couldn’t leave her this way. Her fingers tangled in the straps of her bra. Aching. Wanting. Needing.
    A small moan welled in her throat when her palm finally skated across bare flesh. Mercy, her nipple had never felt so hot. He’d given her a fever. Set her on fire…
    The light sputtered, ready to go out. A footstep sounded.
    Oh, yes, Henry. Come back! Fix me… Love me…
    She plucked and pulled the swollen berry, rolling it between her fingers. Soaking her step-in panties.
    But it wasn’t Henry. Mama.
    “Sadie Johnson! What in the Lord’s name are you doing to yourself?”
    And at that moment, thank heaven, the lamp finally went out.

Chapter Four
     
    Henry’s heart jumped the next night when a tentative knock sounded on the door of his small one-room cottage.
    “Come in.” He pulled Sadie’s arm so quickly she tripped over the threshold.
    She yanked her hand away. “Watch it!”
    “Sorry,” he muttered, locking the door.
    “Don’t worry. No one saw me. I couldn’t half see anything myself.”
    Her strong voice rippled over his skin, irritating and arousing at the same time.
    “I’m glad you found it okay.”
    He’d debated meeting at her home, but he didn’t want to risk carrying important company papers by boat. Especially after Sunday’s storm. Or did he simply want to be alone with her? Luckily, she’d slap him if he misbehaved again.
    He helped her out of her sweater and hung it on one of the wall hooks. Then he sat on the couch and indicated the space beside him.
    “Your home is a mess.” She tossed aside a tattered sportsman’s magazine before sitting. “I expected better from the head of a company.”
    He fought the urge to grin. She should have seen the place before he’d cleaned up. At least the fishing poles and old oyster tongs were stacked neatly in the corner. He’d even swept the wood floor.
    “That’s not a very polite thing to say to the boss.”
    Ire flashed in her eyes. “It looks comfortable . Better?”
    “I suppose. Let’s get started.”
    His fingers hesitated before opening the company ledger on the weathered crate he used as a coffee table. Was he doing the right thing, involving her in Rockfield’s business? She’d only been here a few minutes and they were already snapping at each other.
    Even worse, the couch was so small, her warm thigh contacted his. It looked so soft and round where her black dress clung to it. Heat settled in his groin. He’d rather study her bare thighs instead of these papers.
    He obviously didn’t have much self-control around her. Caressing her breast,