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The apartment was too quiet, too empty She was sorry she’d left the cat with Roarke At least Galahad would have been company

Because her eyes burned fro data, she pushed away froy to seek out Mavis, and she was bored senseless with the video offerings on her screen

She ordered music, listened for thirty seconds, then switched it off

Food usually worked, but when she poked into the kitchen, she was res were slih of an appetite to order in

Deterles Mavis had given her for Christhtclub, at full volu, Eve programmed Tropics, Beach

She could feel the grit of hot, white sand under her bare feet, the punch of the sun on her skin, the soft, ocean breeze It was lovely to stand in the gentle surf, watch the swoop of gulls, and sip fro of rum and fruit

There were hands on her bare shoulders, rubbing Sighing, she leaned back into theainst her back Far out on the blue sea a white ship sailed toward the horizon

It was easy to turn into the arms that waited for her, to lift her mouth to the mouth she wanted And to lie on the hot sand with the body that fit so perfectly with hers

The excitement was as sweet as the peace The rhythm as old as the waves that lapped over her skin She let herself be taken, shivered as the needs built toward fulfillment His breath was on her face, his body linked with her when she groaned out his name

Roarke

Furious with herself, Eve tore off the goggles and heaved theht to intrude, even here, inside her head No right to bring her pain and pleasure when all she wanted was privacy

Oh, he knehat he was doing, she thought as she sprang up to pace He knew exactly what he was doing And they were going to settle it, once and for all

She slammed the apartment door behind her It didn’t occur to her until she was speeding through his gates that he ht not be alone

The idea of that was so infuriating, so devastating, that she took the stone steps two at a tiy

Su for her “Lieutenant, it’s one twenty in the ”