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out here in the wilds of Virginia?” he asked as he began rearranging stones.
    â€œNothing,” Jenn said loudly. “Just relaxing.”
    Okay, she wasn’t normally that nervous around guys. Chloe shot her a questioning look, but Jenn ignored it.
    Their neighbor scooped more sand out of the pit until the bottom was wide and flat and dark with moisture. “Elliott and I are out here fishing.” He tossed five small pieces of wood into the hole, then added one large one to the top before reaching toward the lighter Chloe had left there.
    â€œThat’s not going to make a very big fire,” Chloe muttered. The man shot her an amused smile as if that answered her complaint.
    â€œWhat do you do for a living?” Jenn blurted out.
    His brows rose, drawing Chloe’s attention to his dark brown eyes. Nice. When he began to twist up one of the supermarket circulars she’d brought out as kindling, her focus moved from his eyes to his wide, strong hands. Very nice. “I work on the water,” he answered.
    â€œDoing what?” Jenn’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
    â€œI’m an officer on a research vessel.”
    â€œWhere?” she prodded.
    Chloe frowned at her rudeness until Jenn made a picture-taking gesture behind Max’s back. Chloe rolled her eyes and shook her head. No way was this guy with one of the gossip rags. He looked healthyand muscular, not like a man who spent 90 percent of his life huddled outside the doors of L.A. nightclubs. Also, he didn’t have a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
    Max was hunched over the fire, coaxing a weak flame to grow to something that would take hold of the wood.
    Chloe cleared her throat. “I really don’t think that’s going to keep us warm once the sun sets.” Little fingers of fire worked over the tiny bits of driftwood, inching slowly toward the larger piece.
    â€œYou can add more later. It’ll burn better if you start small.”
    â€œAre you some sort of beach party expert?”
    â€œI’ve had my fair share of sand down my shorts,” he drawled, finally glancing up from his task. Those brown eyes crinkled when he smiled, and Chloe felt her insides melt at the sight. Was he flirting with her? Or had he looked at both women with the same amount of warmth?
    She couldn’t be angry if he was just spreading his luck around. After all, they’d discussed the men as interchangeable parts just a few hours before.
    His gold-streaked hair curled onto his brow on a gust of wind, and Max dusted off those big hands and shoved it back, his arm muscles making interesting shadows as he moved. She sat down and helpfully patted the ground next to her, happy when hedropped down and propped his arms on his knees. “What kind of research do you do?” she asked.
    â€œWe, um…” His smile edged toward sheepishness. “We locate and map out previously uncharted shipwrecks.”
    â€œHere?”
    â€œNo, we’re usually in the Mediterranean.”
    â€œWhat kind of wrecks?”
    He laughed, a deep chuckle that spoke of good humor and friendship. “Mostly the kind that have gold in them.”
    â€œOh!” Chloe gasped. “You’re a treasure hunter?”
    Even Jenn gave up her suspicious glare and looked surprised at that.
    â€œWe prefer to think of ourselves as researchers bringing long-lost artifacts out of the depths and back into the world where they belong.”
    â€œAh, so you give all the loot to museums?”
    That smile again. Wow. “We do our best to find dives in international waters, but even we wouldn’t keep the historically significant artifacts for our own profit. For the most part.”
    Chloe laughed, but when his gaze fell to her mouth, a little shiver of nervousness jumped through her stomach. The thick piece of driftwood crackled weakly as the fire finally latched on to it. Chloe used it as an excuse to look away.