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love.
    “What?” Annie
whispered.
    “I said, will
the man you were laughing with earlier be joining us for dinner tonight?”
    “Yes, he
will.” She chewed on her lip. “And we better hurry up putting your clothes in
the washer. You look so much better since your bath. I’d like to get a photo
before the light goes.”
    She really
was a piece of work.
    “For the
book,” she spelled out calmly. “ I don’t need a picture.”
    “Not while you
have the real thing in front of you anyway.” He followed her into the shed;
eyes glued to the subtle sway of her hips.
    “There’s
powder there. Set the washing machine to four for a general wash.”
    “Right, I’ll
see you back at the house.”
    “I’ll get my
camera.” She squeezed past him, brushing against his skin. A tingle of
electricity shot up his arm, like the one that fried his boat and forced him to
pull in to Durna in the first place. He frowned at her departing back. A raw
flash of lust was roaring to life at the mere sensation of her flesh touching
his. What would full on skin-to-skin contact be like? He harshly stuffed his
clothes into the washing machine, stunned by his body’s reaction. Annie Devine
was dangerous. The last thing he wanted to do was have a fling with another
woman he couldn’t respect in the morning.
    ****
    Annie
trembled. She jerked open the car door to grab her camera. She’d never been so
confused in her entire life. One minute Jack was stroking her face, and the
next looking at her with disgust in his eyes.
    And her
reaction to him…what was that about? She shivered. His body heat had scorched
her in the doorway of the shed. She could have sworn she’d caught the faint
scent of vanilla. Something was happening between them. Something she didn’t
want, and couldn’t have. He was a sailor, for goodness sake. A man who spent
long weeks at sea.
    She hung the
camera’s strap around her neck. She had a life in the city, and her lifelong
dream was so close she could taste it. A dream that would take her far away
from the sea. Yet here she was, captivated by a sailor. When he touched her,
she’d yearned for his mouth to grind down on hers. It was crazy. He’s a
client. The one ironclad rule of matchmaking is not to poach the clients.
    Jack strode
out of the shed toward the back door.
    “Hold up, I’ll
take a picture of you now.” He paused mid-step, and waited for her to catch up.
Annie pointed the camera at him but he was so tall the result was a far from
flattering shot up his nostril. She grinned. It wouldn’t get him any dates. She
half wanted to put it in the book anyway. To keep the women of Durna off him.
    “You’ll have
to sit down.”
    She gestured
at the cast iron chair and table her mother had placed at the back door.
    “Right.” Jack
sat and scowled at her.
    “Smile.” He
wasn’t co-operating. If anything, his scowl darkened. “Oh come on, Jack, you
can do better than that,” she teased. “Remember you want women to look at this
picture and choose you, rather than any of the other men in the book.”
    His eyes
glinted a warning, but it was too late to take back the flirtatious words.
    “What would
make you choose me, rather than any of your other suitors?” A devastating grin
transformed his face. She burned under its heat like a chicken on a spit.
    “That’d do
it,” she muttered under her breath. “That’ll do,” she repeated loudly, snapping
the shutter. “Let’s go in for dinner.”
    He opened the
door wide and stood back to let her stride into the kitchen before him.

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Four places
were set at the heavy pine table. As Jack waited for the final chair to be
filled, his body tensed at the thought of meeting the sucker Annie was
stringing along. The door creaked open. A heavyset man with graying hair
shuffled arthritically to the table.
    “I’m Brendan
Devine.” The newcomer held out his hand to Jack in welcome. “But everyone calls
me Bull. You must be Jack.” He