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town’s quiet, tree-lined streets, finally ending up on scenic Vista Point Drive, overlooking the beach.
    A motorcycle roared, breaking the sleepy silence, as she parked at the side of the street. She opened the car door and leaned over to the passenger seat to grab her sandwich. A shadow fell across the steering wheel.
    She turned around to see Marc standing between her car and the open door.
    â€œI hope whatever’s in that bag is enough for two.”
    Mari glanced out the back window, noticing the gleaming black and chrome motorcycle parked down the street. She’d peeked out of her windows enough lately to know the vehicle belonged to Liam. Apparently Marc had forsaken a bike years ago for the handsome, conservative sedan she’d seen him driving. Memories of Marc and her brother, Ryan, tearing down the streeton their motorcycles, looking like young summertime gods with their deep tans, sunglasses and wind-tousled hair, washed over her.
    â€œDid you follow me?” she asked him warily.
    He shrugged, his stare never leaving her face. “I figured you wouldn’t answer the door if I knocked at your house. When you finally broke cover, I thought I better take my chance or risk not seeing you for another fifteen years.”
    She gave him a hard look. He quirked one eyebrow.
    â€œWe need to talk, Mari. Please.”
    Against her will, her gaze lowered to his shadowed jaw and tanned throat. She shivered when she recalled how the stubble had felt brushing against her neck that night in Chicago, grazing ever so lightly against the sensitive skin covering her ribs. The sight of his insouciant male good looks only increased her caution.
    Or her reaction to them did.
    â€œSo if I let you come with me to Sunset Beach, that’s all you’ll try to do? Talk?”
    He sighed. “I’m not planning on coming on to you on the beach,” he replied drily.
    She rolled her eyes at him as she aggressively swung her legs out of the car, daring him not to move back and give her the space she required.
    His only reaction to her wary acquiescence was a slight grin. They said nothing as they made their way down the private sidewalk that ran between two mansion sized homes. When they hit the white sand beach, Mari led them over to the manmade break water that consisted of stacked lengths of cut, unfinished logs.
    She plopped down on the breakwater. Marc sat down next to her. She studied him through the corner of her eye. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and a dark blue shirt that failed to hide the breadth of shoulders orhint at the sleek muscles Mari knew lay just beneath the soft fabric. He managed to make the casual beachwear look sexy as hell. She could just see him as a tall, lanky, cocky fourteen-year-old sporting a new pair of sunglasses, standing on Sycamore Beach and clutching his skimboard, the sunlight turning his hair into a havoc of incandescent gold waves.
    She handed him half of her sandwich wrapped in a napkin.
    â€œI was only kidding about sharing. Eat your supper,” he murmured, giving her a sideways smile.
    â€œYou know how they make sandwiches at The Tap. It’s huge.” She insistently pushed the sandwich toward him. Maybe he noticed the irritation in her expression, because his eyebrows rose, and he accepted the food, probably to avoid an argument.
    The fiery, orange-red sun looked like it was slowly quenching itself in the shimmering, dark blue water. They ate without speaking. For the first time, it struck her how odd it was that the beach was empty.
    â€œIsn’t Sunset Beach public anymore?” she slowly asked Marc as she held up the paper bag so he could deposit his rumpled napkin inside it.
    He shook his head. “Mom told me the home owners hereabouts bought it from the town a few years back. It’s private now.”
    Mari stopped chewing and glanced warily at the affluent residences nearby.
    â€œDon’t worry. They aren’t going to call the