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they got married. But I do think it might have been easier if they hadn’t had children.”
    “How can you say that? You and your siblings are a part of him that lives on.”
    It was so odd to talk about these matters, especially with a virtual stranger. And yet discussing his father with Amy had already given him new insights. Until now, he’d been pretty rigid in his opinions, but he was starting to realize that it was not always black-and-white.
    The subject turned to his business and Amy was curious about the expeditions his company offered. Though she knew a great deal about the locations, Mal got the impression that she hadn’t done a lot of adventuring herself. Or maybe she was just trying to keep him talking. Either way, he didn’t mind. She had a way of making him feel completely comfortable. There was no question she might ask that he wouldn’t answer.
    Which was dangerous. She was a reporter after all. And he couldn’t be completely certain about her motives. Though this flirtation was fun, Mal wasn’t sure he was willing to take it to the next level.
    But why not? If she was willing, why not enjoy a night of passion before she went home? Having sex with her certainly wasn’t going to change his mind. And he was positive they’d have a great time indulging in the desire that was growing more intense with every minute that passed.
    He reached out and snagged her hand, hooking his little finger around hers. “Why don’t we walk off this meal? We can go get your car and you can follow me back to the house. I’ll show you my beach.”
    The waitress brought the bill and though Amy insisted on paying, Mal couldn’t agree. He wanted this to be a real date, not just two people sharing a casual meal. He’d follow dinner with a romantic stroll on the beach and that would lead to more kissing and touching. And maybe, after all that, she’d end up in his bed.
    They walked down the front steps and Mal linked his fingers through hers. He didn’t want to let any opportunity slip by, but Amy needed to know that his intentions were purely carnal. That way, she’d make the choice.
    They got in the Range Rover and he pulled it around and headed toward the pub where they’d met earlier that afternoon. She seemed oddly silent and he risked a glance over at her, wondering if she was reconsidering her choices.
    “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Mal asked.
    “You mentioned your father’s journals. Have you ever thought of writing your own book about him?”
    Her reply caught him by surprise. Unlike him, she clearly wasn’t thinking about sex. She was thinking about business. “I can’t write.”
    “Everyone can write,” Amy said. “You’d just need a good editor to help you put things in order.”
    “Do I know any good editors?”
    She sent him a haughty smile.
    “Are you volunteering?”
    “It’s just an idea. But it might be good for you. You’d get to know your father again, only this time with an adult perspective.”
    “Why is it that everything you say makes perfect sense to me?”
    “That’s funny, most things I say don’t make sense to me. ”
    He’d never considered an autobiography, a project that he and his family could control. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea....
    They found her car where she’d left it earlier that day. “Just follow me,” he said. “It’s not far.”
    She jumped out of the Range Rover and turned to him. “Maybe I should go back to the hotel.”
    He shook his head. “No. I don’t want this night to end quite yet. Take a walk with me. It’s just a walk.”
    “All right.”
    He watched as she got into her rental car, a sense of anticipation growing inside him. He had every intention of kissing her again. And if that led to something more, he wasn’t going to worry about the future. He didn’t need just any woman right now, he needed Amy Engalls. She was the only woman who could satisfy him.
    But though she appeared to be quite confident and