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pour from her ears.
    Just then, the grill dinged, and he grabbed an oven mitt. “Now I suggest you let me eat in peace, huh? Can you do that for me?”
    She sputtered something unintelligible for a moment, then yelled, “Phooey!” and stormed out of the kitchen.
    He stared after her, admiring the swing of her hips and the sway of her pert buttocks. Dammit. Only a few hours and already she’d managed to get under his skin. He really had to watch himself. Before he knew it, he’d be falling for the wench, and then where would he be?

CHAPTER 8

    Chloe was so mad she didn’t even know where she was going. It was only when she’d slammed the bedroom door and thrown herself onto the bed, that she realized where she was.
    The man was truly intolerable. He simply did whatever he could to make her life miserable. He hated her if she came near him, and he hated her if she didn’t. And all for the sake of his precious writing. Well, she knew that was a big joke. She’d snuck back into his office to clean up the broken vase shards, and the only noise that had greeted her was a persistent snoring. He’d lain there, sound asleep, and hadn’t even noticed her!
    If he was a bestselling writer, she was the first lady. Curious to find out more about him, she’d even checked his laptop. The only thing she saw was an empty page. Three days and he hadn’t even written the first sentence!
    She hopped off the bed again, and only now noticed his trunk and clothes were gone. So he’d found her little surprise gift. Perhaps that’s why he was so mad? Mister Super Writer didn’t like it if someone touched his stuff?
    “Don’t let him get to you,” she admonished herself. “Don’t let him get under your skin. He’s only out to get back at you for disturbing his precious ‘writing time’.”
    She was pacing the room frantically, feeling like a caged animal whose warden is just outside the door. She needed to stretch her legs, needed to get away from that horrible man. She dove into the wardrobe and quickly fished out a pair of jeans shorts and a bright yellow tank top. Slipping the tank top over her bikini, she was reminded of the strange look that had come into Josh’s eyes when he’d first walked up to her just now. At first, he’d actually looked pleased to see her, but that had quickly changed when he saw her munching down her dinner all by herself. Could it be that he’d expected them to share their meals? Surely not.
    Then a thought struck her. Maybe he wanted her to cook for him. Yeah, right. That would happen the day hell froze over.
    She kicked off her flip-flops and slipped into her sneakers.
    Without deigning Josh a look, she stalked through the living room, feeling his eyes burning holes in her back, and without a word stepped onto the terrace, passed by the writing shack and disappeared into the brush.
    She had absolutely no idea where she was going, but she was determined to get there, and fast.
    It was only when she’d been trudging through the jungle for five minutes, that she realized she was lost. On every side, thick brush was surrounding her. And was that a big, fat spider crawling up her leg? Yikes! She quickly brushed it off and turned back the way she’d come. Which was… which way exactly? Everywhere she turned, bright green fronds blocked her view.
    Impossible. She’d seen the beach from the shack, hadn’t she?
    She slapped down some of the fronds in an attempt to get a sense of direction, but beyond the leaves there were more leaves. And then more still.
    She decided to duck low—same story. Aim high? Nope.
    Heaving a shaky sigh, she waved her arms, slapped the fronds aside, and pushed on.
    “March on, brave soldier, march on,” she sang in a reedy voice.
    And march on, she did, but that didn’t seem to get her anywhere.
    Dang. All she’d wanted was a nice little stroll along the beach to clear her head, and here she was trapped in the jungle from hell. And was that another fat spider