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‘Absolutely fine,’ she lied Suth, she hoisted it up to brandish it at him

‘Now coil it up,’ he instructed, pointing to where she should place it when she’d done so

‘Okay’ She could do this Quite honestly, she enjoyed the feel of the rough rope beneath her fingers—and enjoyed the look of grudging admiration on Ethan’s face evenfield Ethan was dressed appropriately for taking a powerboat down the river She was dressed, but barely ‘Do you have a ju I could borrow?’

Ethansound as he looked her over ‘I see your point’

Savannah felt heat rise to her cheeks and depart southwards

‘I’ll see what I can do for you,’ Ethan offered, brushing past her on his way across the deck ‘I must have an old shirt stowed here somewhere…’

Her nipples responded with indecent eagerness to this brief contact with him, just as a fresh flurry of car horns started up on shore Who could blaht of a decidedly scruffy girl in an ill-fitting evening dress onboard a fabulous powerboat in the middle of the afternoon with a clearly influential man of some considerable means would naturally cause a sensation in Rome But why couldn’t Ethan notice her?

‘What’s wrong?’ he said when he straightened up, and then his stare swept the line of traffic One steely look froain ‘Will this do?’ he said, turning back to Savannah He thrust a scrunched-up nondescript bundle at her

The shirt was e, Savannah saw as she shook it out, but in the absence of anything else to wear she’d have to go with it Plus it held the faint but unne ‘It’s absolutely perfect Thank you’ Slipping it on, she realised it brushed her calves, but at least she was decent She pulled the shirt close and, inhaling Ethan’s scent deeply, gave a smile of true contentment, the first she’d unleashed that day

He was stunned by the sight of Savannah wearing his shirt She looked…adorable She looked, in fact, as he iether Her hair wasloose now, and the ed, which e in her heart-shaped face, and her lips appeared bruised as if he’d kissed the as underneath didn’t help his equilibrium any Hard to believe he had looked at her properly, critically, for the first tio when she’d asked for the shirt Nothing on earth would have induced him to stare at her out on the pitch where she’d been at such a disadvantage But no he couldn’t take his eyes off her fuller figure

Savannah tensed guiltily as unexpectedly Ethan’s gaze war—that she was a fat ination could take her any further, she took her seat ‘I’lanced at the harness

She couldn’t do the darn thing up And now Ethan was giving her the type of superior ht up her nose

‘I don’t seem to have the knack,’ she ad with nerves at being in such close proximity to Ethan

‘Would you like me to fasten it for you?’ Ethan offered with studied politeness

As he leaned over to secure the catch for her, Savannah felt like she was playing with fire Ethan’s hair was so thick and glossy she longed to run her fingers through it And he sly fast She looked down The clasp was securely fastened ‘Is that it?’