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of
volunteer guidance work with at-risk teens on the island. One of the kids
they’d been working with snuck away for a Saturday night rave in Honolulu with
some college boys, and got himself arrested for possession. My parents insisted
on flying over to post his bail. There was a pilot with a bird parked on this
side of the island—”
    “At the strip at
the Barking Sands missile base?” he interjected.
    Lani nodded.
“He’d just dropped a couple of guys at the base as a favor to the base’s CO.
There was a storm coming in pretty hard and fast, but my parents begged him for
the ride. The kid in Honolulu had anger issues, to the point that he took meds
to keep it all in check. He’d been off the meds for nearly twenty-four hours,
and—” A rock of grief stopped her from speaking for a moment. The next moment,
she gulped it down. “They finally got clearance to take off, and…the pilot lost
control.” She tilted her head the direction of the shore. “We heard the bird go
down from here. By the time Leo and I got to the beach, all we could see was
wreckage. That’s all they found, as well.”
    “Fuck.” His
mutter was vicious but oddly comforting. He finished it by lifting a hand to
her arm, wrapping firm, long fingers just above her elbow. Though he gripped
her lightly, instant heat spread through her from the contact…and something
more. So much more. A release yet a tension. A surrender yet a power. A
piercing consciousness of all this man’s strength, yet every shred of his
vulnerability. “That’s rough.” Coming from him, the words weren’t empty. His
empathy was thick in every syllable. “I’m sorry.”
    “Thanks.”
    She curved a little
smile, trying to convey she meant it, too. The look froze on her face as her
gaze tangled with his again. His fingers tightened on her skin.
    Gods, she was in
trouble .
    His fingers
spread over her arm in a boggling mix of pressure. Sweet concern…curious question…sensual
searching. Every corner of her body responded to all of it, especially her most
tender core. If her clit had just been dropping hints before, it clicked to
full demand mode now. She wondered if he’d use the hold to pull her closer—and knew
if he did, she wouldn’t resist. It had been a long, long time since male
body contact meant anything besides Leo and his bear hugs. The abstinence took its
revenge on her body now in hot, ravenous ways…
    Suddenly, Rush pulled
back like she really had caught fire. At the same time, a hard shell clamped back
over his features. She recognized the expression all too well, having seen it on
Franz’s face before. A soldier clicking into protective mode. She turned and
straightened pillows on the easy chairs in an effort to loosen the tension
squeezing the air. But damn it, the man didn’t help. The weight of his stare,
following every move she made, assured that every nerve ending in her system remained
on high alert.
    “So what about
the dickwad?” he finally asked.
    She froze,
gripping a pillow. “Excuse me?”
    “Benson.”
    “Oh.” She
dropped the pillow and laughed. “ That dickwad.”
    He returned to
propping up a doorway, this time the portal that connected the living and
dining rooms. “I take it he’s a developer of some kind. But you said several
other properties are openly up for sale. Why does he want this place so badly
for his project?”
    Like Franz, the
guy didn’t miss much. “He’s not disclosed that for certain.” She let half a
smile play at her lips. “But I have a few theories.”
    “Like?”
    She let another
thick moment pass by. Rush kept his features neutral, careful. Maybe he thought
she’d brandish the Bowie at him again. The thought made her chuckle, to which
he reacted with a curious smirk. The moonlight sifted in through the dining
room’s big window, highlighting his mouth. He had such fascinating lips. The
top one was nearly bisected by the deep dip in its center. The lower was an
elegant sweep of flesh,