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the crisp hair on his calf raising goose bumps on her skin as it stirred her thoughts about hair elsewhere on his body. He was pure masculine energy, large and intense. And he wanted to talk . What a waste of that body. Although he’d made it clear that he wanted to get naked together, too. After they talked.
    Ugh.
    She needed to remind herself that she wanted information, too. But then he touched her, and she got all distracted by memories and fantasies, in equal measure.
    He shrugged at her silent treatment and stood up, unaffected by the fact that the boat was rocketing through the water at some serious speed—he should wobble or something. Instead he just prowled to where Jackson stood, piloting them across the waves.
    Which gave her a front-row seat for admiring the view. She’d made fun of her co-workers, but standing next to Vince, she could acknowledge that Jackson was a big, good-looking man.
    He didn’t hold a candle to the liquid sex that seeped from Vince’s every pore, though. Her mouth watered as she traced her gaze up his tight calves, to the shorts that sadly disguised his powerful thighs, but—thank heavens—did cup his very tight, very fine bottom. That ass .
    Unf. It was a solid twenty seconds before Larken realized she’d twisted her own legs together and bit down hard enough on her lip that she’d probably left a mark.
    And it wasn’t like she could even pretend that he was just a pretty face, or that he’d be selfish when it came to sex.
    Nope, if anything, he was guaranteed to rock her world.
    Sex with Vince of old had been fun. For a nineteen-year-old, he’d been a pretty attentive lover. What would have changed in the last twelve years?
    Maybe that he’d become a mind reader, because he glanced back over his shoulder at her and her cheeks went up in flames.
    “What are you thinking about over there?” He flashed her that slow, sexy grin that said he knew exactly what was on her mind.
    She really needed to stop staring at his ass.
    But time had been exceptionally good to him. Vince was even more beautiful now than he’d been as a fresh-faced recruit.
    When he shrugged and turned away, like he knew she wasn’t ever going to answer that question, she sighed. Then he pulled off his shirt, and the regretful noise turned into a long, slow, appreciative flutter of breath that did nothing to calm her visceral reaction to the height and breadth of him. All that delicious skin, dusted here and there in black hair, and decorated to perfection with inky black tattoos. Muscles that made hills and valleys she wanted to trace with her fingers and tongue. That she already had serious plans for once they landed, if she was being honest.
    Larken never made a practice of being honest—with herself, or anyone else.
    And now she was sighing and being a total girl over his muscles.
    The man was as infuriating as her stupid ovaries.
    She closed her eyes and leaned her head back again, letting the spray from the ocean cool her over-heated skin.
    *
    Larken hadn’t said a single word since they got on the boat. In the forty minutes it took them to navigate down the chain of islands to their destination, she’d alternately ignored him and given him what he assumed were dirty looks from behind her sunglasses.
    He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been quite so turned on by silence.
    Jackson had warned him there wasn’t really a dock at the island, so Vince slipped off his shoes and tucked them into the side of his ruck.
    As soon as Jackson had the boat stopped as close as he could get, Vince leaped into the water, his feet finding easy purchase on the sandy bottom. He looped his ruck over his arm, then grabbed the picnic basket, freeing a hand which he held out for Larken. She just rolled her eyes at him and jumped on her own, holding her bag above her head.
    “Difficult woman,” he muttered as she jogged past him, splashing him not-so-accidentally with the warm, salty water.
    “Stubborn, backwards