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do?
    Chase him down.
    Her gut knew what she wanted to do,
but her head warred with her. For her own sanity, she should just
report the news and leave it at that—but then another reporter
would follow the lead she gave away and scoop her? Not
hardly.
    Marc was hers.
    Sofia froze as the thought
hit her. No, no, Marc was her story .

Chapter Seven
     
    Marc followed the bellhop down the
smooth walkway cut through the pristine Tahitian white sand beach.
He’d rented a private villa right on the water, as far away from
people as possible. Supposedly this cove had its own private beach
and one single villa for those who needed extra privacy. This VIP
villa had its own gym built in, so when he wasn’t running on the
beach or swimming, he could continue to condition his body to be
ready to head back to the field at a minute’s notice.
    Max had better do his magic and ensure
he’d be back sooner versus latter.
    The bellhop entered the large space
and began opening all the folding glass walls. The villa was set up
to be completely open to the views outside, so it almost appeared
to not have walls at all. A breeze wafted through and blew over
Marc’s body. If he had to be benched, at least he’d be benched in
paradise. The view was stunning, all white sands and blue waters. A
swim was just what he needed.
    The bellhop finished with the walls
and headed back to Marc. “I can give you a small tour of the
amenities if you’d like?”
    Marc looked over the place. It seemed
like one large room with a gourmet kitchen, a bar, dining table and
living area, which opened to the outside. There were three other
doors on the back wall. “Just show me the gym.”
    The bellhop moved to the farthest left
door. “The door on your right is your bedroom, which has its own
ensuite. The middle door is a small powder room if you have a guest
over. And here,” he said as he opened the last door, “is your gym
area.”
    Marc walked in and saw an elliptical
and a treadmill, with a Bowflex training system in another corner.
“Where are the free weights?”
    “ We don’t offer those in
our villas, but I can talk to the concierge and see what we can do
for you, sir.”
    Marc pulled out his wallet and slapped
a hundred in the guy’s hand. “See that you do. I need to get in
some training while I’m here.”
    The bellhop smiled widely and nodded,
backing away toward the door. “Yes, sir, I’m sure we can find
something to help.”
    As soon as he was alone, Marc went
into his bedroom— which had another picturesque view of the water
and beach, with more folding glass walls. He couldn’t wait to go to
sleep, listening to the water lapping the shore. But he intended to
wear himself out before he went to bed. Marc removed every stitch
of clothing before digging into his luggage to find his swim
trunks. Within a few minutes, he jumped from the wraparound deck
surrounding the villa right into the bluest water he’d ever
seen.
    The sun warmed him as he started his
first lap. He had picked a rock formation on the other side of the
cove as his go to point. A few times back and forth between and
he’d have a great workout. He pushed his body to move quickly
through the waves, needing physical exhaustion to numb him. Marc
quickly made it to the other side of the cove and his stone
outcropping, but it had taken more of a toll on his body than he’d
expected. Swimming wasn’t in his normal training regimen, but maybe
it needed to be. All his muscles were singing.
    He took a moment’s break once at the
outcrop and looked around the cove. It was so peaceful. The
tranquility was nice. Max had been right, for once.
    But even through the tranquility, his
mind kept going back to Sofia each time his brain was allowed to
wander. He could see her long, dark locks cascading down her bared
tan shoulders. Her long, graceful legs wrapped about his thighs as
he pressed a finger through her damp folds was a sight he’d never
forget.
    Marc turned to take another