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blonde hair and light eyes.   “Excuse me,” he said, inching nearer.         
    She
took a step back.   “Can I help you?”   She held on tight to her towel.
    “I
was wondering if you’d like to have a drink with me.”
    Oh, God.
    She
looked past him and saw his friends waiting and watching intently.   This had to be a set up.   She looked back toward the man and studied
him.   He had to be in his early
twenties.   “How old are you?” she asked,
frowning.
    He
seemed taken aback by her question.   “Pardon?”
    She
moved past him and pointed to his friends.   “Why are they waiting there for you, is this a joke?”
    “What?”   His brow puckered.   “No, I wanted to have a drink with you and
they...they came with me for moral support.”
    She
stared at him.   He looked serious.   “Oh.”  
    “Sorry,
I’ll leave you alone,” he told her, the disappointment evident on his
face.   He began to walk away.
    Crap.
    “Wait!”
she said against her better judgement.   “I’m
sorry.   Can we start again?”   The smile he gave her made her tremble
inside.   She smiled back shyly.  
    He
held out a hand.   “I’m Sean.”
    “Candace,”
she replied, and quickly shook his hand.
    “And
to answer your previous question, I’m twenty-six,” he said with a laugh.
    A younger
man.
    “Sorry.   I thought you were fooling around.”
    “Why
would I do that?”
    Because my own husband
didn’t want me, so why should you?  
    Her
voice was gone so she shrugged.
    “Do
you want to have that drink now or later?” he asked, his eyes an intense blue.
    “I’d
like to shower and change first,” she said, feeling nauseous.
    “Sure,”
he replied with a little too much enthusiasm for her liking.   “I could meet you at the Piano Bar in an
hour?”
    She
needed more time.   “Um…how
about we make that after dinner.”
    “All
right then, let’s say eight?”
    She
nodded.   Oh, God, she had a date.
    “Great,
see you at eight, Candace.”   He walked
back to his waiting friends.   One of the
men gave him a high-five and she grimaced.  
    Was
it all playacting?
    She
sighed inwardly, tied her sarong around her hips and picked up her things.   When she turned, she saw him.   He sat on a barstool,
drink in hand.   Her stomach formed a
knot.   He pushed his sunglasses onto the
top of his head and she caught sight of his mesmerising eyes.
    Crap !
    She
wasn’t used to all this attention.   She
didn’t even know how to act anymore.
    And
then he turned toward Susan who was flirting outrageously with him.   Candy chewed a fingernail, and felt
strange.   Disappointment?   No.   Probably, relief.  
    She
began to walk away but took one last peek at him, the epitome of masculinity,
and her whole body tingled.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER
TWO

 
 
    Candy
sat on the edge of her bed and slipped her feet carefully into the strappy
leather shoes.   She buckled the straps
across her ankles and pointed her toes outwards.   Now, that was art.   The gorgeous red shoes did something magical
to her feet.   Hopefully, they’d perform
some magic on her brain.  
    She
thought of her date with Sean the other night.   What a disaster!   Being so
bewildered by the whole ‘date’ thing, she hadn’t been able think of anything to
say.   The only thing that kept popping
into her head was the date of her wedding anniversary.   The first of June.  
    Today .
    Sean
hadn’t bothered to ask for her phone number and that told her everything.   She prayed that she wouldn’t run into him
anytime soon.
    Standing,
she wobbled.   How on earth was she going
to walk in these heels?      
    Slowly,
she took a step and then another.   That
was the secret, to walk as slowly as possible.
    She
cautiously moved to the bedside table and picked up her clutch bag before
making her way to the elevators.   It was
formal night in the Galaxy dining room and she didn’t want to be late.   It was a shame her feet