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flick her hair back over her shoulders, aware of how the movement lifted her breasts and made them bounce. See them and weep, Liam. You had your chance.
    “Oh yes. Very well, indeed,” Evangeline said. “And how about you, Mr. Rossi? Did your hand keep you company last night?”
    His mouth flattened against her chilly stare. “Evie, about last night—”
    “Oh, please! Just spare me, and we’ll call it good.” She scrunched the flaps of her robe tighter about her body, feeling a lash of satisfaction in the way her words stamped his cheeks with color. “If you’d just stop hammering and buzz-sawing or whatever it is you’re doing, I can go about what is left of my morning.”
    His look was wry. “Don’t you mean afternoon?”
    “Yes. That.” She turned and stalked back to her stateroom, feeling his molten gaze lock on the swing of her ass.
    She reached the doors to her suite without tripping, turned the handle, and groaned. She’d left her card key inside. What to do? What to do? And Maisy has been waiting for me since noon! “Dammit.”
    “I’ll get your room steward to let you in.”
    She looked at him and asked, “Don’t you have a master key or something?”
    “I do, but that would take away the joy of watching you stand out here and wait.”
    “Will you please just unlock my door?” she sputtered, even as she couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
    Okay, so his rejection shot her morale to the bottom of the barrel, but he surely had his reasons. Reasons she probably didn’t want to know like…er, what if her taste turned him off? That would be devastating.
    “Very well.”
    He took his time, sticking the sea pass that doubled as a room key in its slot upside-down, inside and out, backward, and then forward.
    “I don’t understand.” He cast her mock-confused looks in between scorching appraisals of her legs, body, and face. “Why is this key not working? Ah! Success. Here you go,” he said.
    He held her door open. She strode into her stateroom with two sets of cheeks raging pink for having been so thoroughly plundered by a pair of masculine green eyes.
    ****
    1315 hours
    Liam’s phone rang as he stepped out of a cold shower.
    He strode into his air-conditioned quarters, his body still soaking wet, to answer the call. Maybe the icy wave of AC hitting his skin could wipe that little husband-hunter out of his head, too, he hoped.
    Fail.
    His body shivered with excitement just thinking about her, while his brain bucked against his fixation on her. He felt like a grade-school boy crushing on his first love.
    Roses and forever. Seriously?
    Too bad. Hooked and crooked and a wedding band was the last thing he wanted. If only he could forget her taste. Maybe it would stop him from craving the texture of her skin, the sound of her voice, the taste of her, like honeyed silk.
    Fuck yes, he wanted more, just…with boundaries. She was exactly the type who would stick her sexy toes in and muddle up the lines.
    Tasting her rain-damp body under a tropical moon wasn’t something he’d predicted. But with her, anything was possible.
    It made her dangerous, and it was all he could do not to risk everything he’d worked for. He’d ached to bend her over the nearest chair and ram his cock inside her pussy in a grinding rhythm guaranteed to make her forget about needing anyone else for the rest of the cruise!
    He picked up the phone and paused to clear his throat, then struggled to remember his own damn name while at it. “This is Liam.”
    “Captain requests your presence in the chief’s lounge,” said one of the junior officers, snapping him briefly from his thoughts as he toweled himself dry.
    “I’ll be right up.”
    If and when he was ready for marriage and kids, well… He had certain requirements in mind for his wife. For the mother of his children. Christmas Beauty was anything but wife material. A fling? Hell yes. Wife and mother material? Unnk.
    She didn’t wear a watch, and she liked to sleep