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against the vehicle he was working on.
    There was something utterly raw and savage about him, an attitude that almost bordered on uncivilized. In the past, a man with a clean-shaven head had never set any sparks flying with her. But not only were they flying, they were landing on some pretty interesting spots.
    He was looking at her with a concentration that intensified the attraction she felt toward him, making it that much wilder. Her pulse rushed, her skin felt hotter, and she had to concede that although he was probably the most unrefined man she’d ever willingly encountered, he was also the most intriguing. The words
bad boy
were written all over him.
    She gathered the composure to speak. “I got a call that my car is ready.”
    For a moment he didn’t say anything. He just looked at her with intense dark eyes before he finally said, “Kent’s inside.”
    The sound of his voice was like the feel of fingertips grazing across her skin. She swallowed. “Kent?”
    “Yeah, the owner.”
    “Oh. And who’re you?”
    He lifted a brow. “Who am I?”
    “Yes, don’t you have a name?”
    “Yes, I have one.”
    When moments ticked and it appeared he wouldn’t give it to her without her asking, she did. “Well, what is it?”
    “Adam. Adam Corbain.” Then as if he didn’t have anything else to say to her, he turned his back, leaned forward to resume what he’d been doing under the hood of the car. The urge to take a few steps and snuggle up against his back, wrap her arms around him, settle her body right smack up against his well-defined butt, was a temptation Shannon had to fight hard not to give in to. Instead she quickly walked over to the door of a small office.
    When she walked back out of the office less than ten minutes later, he was still there with his head underneath the hood of the car. She glanced his way for only a second before walking to her car and getting into it. He turned around when he heard the sound of her engine.
    Their gazes locked, held, and she could actually feel heat leap across the span of distance separating them. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and she couldn’t understand it. Why, of all the men she could be attracted to on this island, did it have to be him? A man who looked the part of a Neanderthal with a capital
N.
A man named after the first man on this earth. Adam. The same man whose rib started womanhood. Go figure.
    She pulled out of the garage, determined not to glance back in her rearview mirror, but she couldn’t help herself and did anyway. He was leaning against that car and staring, and for a brief moment it looked as if he would actually smile. But he didn’t. She’d dare any woman to actually make his lips tilt at the corners. Just try it. The thought of doing so captivated her, made every cell within her body vibrate, made her already scorching body even hotter.
    She breathed in slowly. At that moment, as crazy as it was, she knew her manhunt had ended before it had a chance to begin, in forbidden territory. Although she didn’t know anything about the man, she had to accept the obvious.
    She had found her prey.

5
    Adrianna Ross-Fuller scooped
up
a
handful of laundry from the dryer and went into her bedroom to fold and put it away. She smiled, remembering the call on her answering machine from that morning: Zach had let her know he was coming to Hilton Head for a visit.
    Technically Zachary Wainwright was her god-brother, but it was hard to think of him that way, since the two of them had met only a little over a year ago. The day he had tracked her down in her emergency room in San Diego was unforgettable. In a span of a couple of hours, he had convinced her that the family she thought had renounced her more than thirty years ago had actually been looking for her. They had not disowned her because her late father had married a Vietnamese girl during the war.
    That day changed her life. He had convinced her to return with him to D.C. and