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His T-shirt et and clung to a body that looked like it belonged to an athlete, not a politician Jack had grown up on the water, was an active boater, water skier, and as with all the Simon boys, he enjoyed sports to the extreme She kneas a hell of a football player, dabbled in hockey, and that he probably could have pursued baseball like his brother Beau

His cargoes were slung loeighed down froht a gli of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband

His long legs were runner’s legs,overly bulky, and they were as delicious as the rest of him

“I’ to her just as she dropped her eyes to the floor once more There was a finality to his voice An acceptance of the way it was going to be

For a moment, Donovan didn’t knohat to say Three days with Jack Simon? Was it even possible for her to survive that? Did she have a choice?

“Okay,” she finally said “You can take the bedroonore each other, I’h this”

That had been nearly twelve hours ago, and she hadn’t seen him since she’d hobbled past hiht across the hall from Jack

Donovan pushed her large Gucci sunglasses up a bit and grabbed the book she’d brought down to the beach It was another gorgeous day and the breeze across the sea lifted little white caps on the turquoise water Seagulls flew overhead, and the wind in the palm trees that lined the beach was like a whisper in her ear It was a little slice of heaven, even though at the moment, it felt more like hell

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Donovan wished she was anywhere but here

She was gruh she’d like to blame that on the state of her foot, she kneas a lie Hello Jack was right across the goddamn hall!

And dae for chocolate and chips (considering the circumstance, was it any wonder it was all she wanted?) but when she heard rabbed her book, towel and sunscreen and left the guest house in under ten seconds

And now the inevitable was happening

He’d invaded her beach