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one of the items off my wish list. He’d arranged everything, like when we took a helicopter tour overlooking Victoria Peak or the private ferry ride around the harbor to see the city at sunrise. He pulled out all the stops, and I was down to only one thing left on my list.
     
    Tonight was all work, though. Poor Breccan was drenched from head to toe, goose bumps running down his entire body. The scene he was filming was set in the rain, and multiple hoses had been pummeling him with water for the last hour. I handed him a robe from the warming rack, and he sighed as he wrapped it around his freezing body.
     
    “You read my mind. This is exactly what I needed. Thank you, Cora.” He shook the drops of water from his hair, running a hand through the messy locks. It reminded me of the first time we met, and he was fresh out of the shower, driving my thoughts to very unprofessional places. It seemed no matter how much I forced myself to remember that he was my boss and practically a male slut, my body still reacted to him, craving his own.
     
    But damn, I’d have to be dead to not want someone who looked like a Greek god come to life.
     
    “Is the water they’re using at least warmer tonight?” His bottom lip was practically blue, making me want to suck it into my mouth until the deep red hue came back.
     
    “Not even a little. It’s frigid. Thank God we’re almost done here. Only another hour or two. Three at the most.”
     
    He looked miserable, and I felt so bad. “Is there anything I can get you? Something warm? Coffee? Soup?”
     
    His eyes lit up. “Some hot soup would be amazing. Is Craft Services still running at this hour?”
     
    I shook my head. “No, but I’m pretty sure at least one of those late night street vendors is still open. I can run and grab you something. Any preferences?”
     
    “Hmm…” he thought for a moment. “I wonder if that little stand that serves jouk is still open.”
     
    My mouth started salivating at the thought of that delicious jouk we’d eaten our first morning here. “Mmm. Yea, let me go see if I can find some. I’ll be back soon with it.”
     
    I turned to leave, but Breccan grabbed my hand before I slipped away. “Cora? Thank you for everything.”
     
    I shrugged. “It was nothing.”
     
    He pulled me closer, looking into my face. “I’m serious, Cora. You…please me. Very much.”
     
    His thumb brushed my knuckles softly before he let go, leaving me in a dreamy stupor as I began walking down the street in search of the vendor.
     
    I must not have been paying close enough attention to where I was going, and took a wrong turn, disorienting me. With so few people out at this hour, and no signs in English, it wasn’t long before I was downright lost.  I began to retrace my steps, but everything looked so similar, and I wasn’t sure which way I should turn.
     
    I sighed, staring down the dark, deserted street and began to pull out my phone, hoping Siri still worked half way across the world.
     
    “Hey,” a voice called in English. “Is that you, Ms. Monroe?”
     
    I turned around, squinting to see who was talking to me. The man stepped closer, and I finally realized it was Jude, the pilot. I’d almost not recognized him out of his clean pressed uniform. Now, he wore a wrinkled tee shirt with several stains. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his hair was completely disheveled. I wrinkled my nose as he stepped closer. Guess he hadn’t showered recently later. Was he on some type of bender?
     
    “Oh. Hey there. I didn’t realize you were still here.”
     
    “Well, where did you think I’d disappear to?” His voice was low, like he was trying to be seductive. The closer he got, the more alcohol I could smell on his breath.
     
    “I guess I just assumed you would have flown back to the States.” I sidestepped away from him, and began walking toward the street corner again. “Hey, which way is it back toward the hotel?”
     
    Jude