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Dylan turned, startled to hear a wolish

"So the look of indignation that crossed her face

"And so their jacket," Kara shot back, elish word "Nice place," she added, deadpan, casting a speculative glance over the boat Then, "The Love Tug?" She read the na slowly "Well You’re full of surprises"

An illogical urge to defend the old boat rose out of nowhere, and he found his like the owner of a loyal pet "She’s pretty special, huh?"

When Kara nodded, her long dark ponytail bobbed like a high school cheerleader’s, and her deni a belt She was certainly faithful to those cowboy boots The expanse of sht hiht back to those cheerleaders

He jumped down onto the lower deck "I was just about toof still-warht from the tiny bakery at the other end of the beach "Join ap between the sea wall and the boat doubtfully, and he held out his empty hand

"I can put a shirt on, if you like," he murmured silkily as she stepped past aboard "I’d hate you to be overcoe to rip my shorts off"

Kara stomped on his foot as she passed him, her cowboy boot heavy on his sneaker as she twisted it

"Sorry" The insincere srinned as he took his jacket fro his head for her to follow hi in every bizarre detail of the place he currently called hoer across the buttercup yelloork surface, she came to a halt opposite him

"Is this place yours?"

Dylan could see that Kara was trying to work out if his taste ran to roller boots and disco balls

"For now" He lifted the lid on the sugar pot and looked at her Fuck, she was crazy-hot "Sugar?"

Her presence see heat; one wrong word could set her off like a firework She radiated energy, and being around her gave hiers, and it took hiar

That was refreshing Most girls back hoar bowl, yet here she was telling hilanced towards the door "In or out?"

"Undeniably fabulous as this place is…" She cast her eyes dubiously around the cabin "…let’s go sit in the sun"

Dylan followed Kara out and gestured for her to climb the small stepladder onto the roof terrace

"Don’t look up my skirt, Sailor," she warned over her shoulder

Dylan tried to look away as she went ahead of him and failed entirely

"You looked up my skirt," she said matter of factly, as he stepped onto the deck and handed her the coffeeHe shook his head and attempted an innocent expression as he opened up a couple of deck chairs and a rickety table

"Thanks for bringingof pastries open and spreading the brown paper out beneath them on the table as a makeshift plate "Choose your weapon"