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morning.
    “Yeah, we’ve got one. Brad said to give you anything you need. You can use it—anytime it’s available.”
    Something in the way he said it made her wonder if he meant to keep the thing constantly in use. “Thanks.”
    They descended the ladder, Reese in front of her, and she tried not to notice the way the long muscles in his legs flexed when he moved. She had never been particularly interested in hard-bodied men. She preferred men with brains to those with brawn. But she had to admit, this guy made her think of sex, something she hadn’t been much interested in for the past couple of years.
    Even if he was rude and annoying and not the least her type, it felt kind of good to know she wasn’t completely dead where men were concerned, that perhaps she was coming back to life.
    “You can have this cabin. It’s pretty small, but it’s comfortable. We save it for anyone who happens to show up for a visit. I guess that includes you.”
    She gave him a too-sweet smile. “I guess it does.” She glanced at the teakwood built-ins, the neatly made bunk. Through the small porthole above the bed, she could see the ocean. A door stood open in the corner, and she got a glimpse of a small, clean bathroom. Head, she silently corrected.
    “You don’t get seasick, do you?”
    “Not usually. Not unless the sea gets really rough.” She didn’t tell him she was wearing half a scopolomine patch, just for the first few days, until she got her sea legs again. She had never really had a problem, but she would rather be safe than sorry.
    “We eat in shifts,” Reese said. “You’ll be in the first. King puts food on the table at seven. You can unpack and make yourself comfortable till then.”
    “It won’t take me long to unpack. How about a tour of the boat…say, in half an hour?”
    He frowned. “This isn’t a yacht, Ms. Sinclair. We’ve got work to do and there isn’t much time for—”
    “Now, now—don’t forget what Brad said.”
    His eyes darkened. “So it’s Brad, is it? That’s what I figured.”
    She knew what he was implying. Her chin went up and her spine went stiff as a board. “I wrote an article about him several years back. Apparently he liked the job I did or he wouldn’t have asked for me.”
    “Whatever you say.” But he looked like he thought there had to be more to it than that.
    Typical male chauvinist pig.
    “What about the tour? Remember, you’re supposed to give me everything I need.”
    Those cool blue eyes swept over her and seemed to heat from within. “I could probably manage that. At least I’d be willing to give it a damn good try.”
    Her teeth clenched. “I was talking about the boat.”
    He gave a long-suffering sigh. “All right. Thirty minutes. I’ll see you up on deck.”
    The cabin door closed behind him, and Hope realized her heart was pounding. He could give her everything she needed? Oh, Lord, and he looked like he actually could. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even like the guy. It was just that she hadn’t been with a man since Richard.
    She shuddered just thinking about him. Her ex-fiancé was a real bastard. He was also handsome, sophisticated, and intelligent. They had met at a high-society cancer benefit she was covering for one of the fashion magazines, and they had started to date. Over the next few months, she had fallen madly in love with him. Like a fool, she’d believed he was also in love with her.
    Richard had proposed and they had moved in together. They were planning to have a family, to buy a place in Connecticut. It was the reason he was always working late, he said. The reason he had to make those weekend trips. The whole time he was lying and cheating, playing her for a fool.
    Two weeks before the wedding, she had come back to the apartment early one afternoon and caught him in bed with her best friend, Sherry Winters. Hope had been devastated. Completely destroyed. She had been desperately in love with Richard.
    And two months