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chest: his very nice, smooth-skinned, well-muscled bare chest. She tipped her head back to see his face with his black hair hanging loosely past his broad shoulders. Ho, mama. Heat flooded her whole body.
    "Come on in and have a seat while I grab a shirt."
    No need to get dressed on my account. "D-did I wake you?"
    "No, I'm so used to rising with the roosters I don't even need an alarm anymore."
    As he moved away, she noticed he wore a pair of wildly colorful chef's pants. Something that baggy shouldn't have been sexy, but with a body like that, he'd look good in anything. Even better in nothing.
    "Can I get you some coffee?" He gestured toward a miniature coffeepot. "There's nearly a full cup left. It's yours if you want it."
    "No, I'm fine."
    "Okay, then give me a minute and I'll take you to that breakfast I promised." He headed for the main part of the room and the motorcycle saddlebags he'd left sitting on one of the beds. His back muscles flexed as he pulled on a dark blue T-shirt and reached for a pair of jeans.
    She looked away only to have her gaze land on the other bed, the one he'd apparently slept in. Images flashed through her mind, making her blush. "Actually," she called as he disappeared into the bathroom, "I don't have time for breakfast I need to get back to the ship. I just ... I came by to tell you I've thought about your offer ---"
    "Before you tell me no," he said in a rush as he emerged tucking in his t-shirt, "why don't you at least come to Pearl Island and talk to the rest of the family? Rory's husband, Chance, can explain the money stuff and you can hear Rory's ideas on promotion ---"
    "That won't be necessary. After last night ---"
    "About that let me just say, I realize now that I may have flirted with you just a little too much and given you the wrong idea. I assure you, if I were seriously hitting on you, that's not how I would go about it. I just like getting a rise out of you, because, well ... you really are cute when you're flustered. But that's all there is to it. So if you're worried that I'll be chasing after you every time you come to the inn, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. Swear."
    She stared at him, not quite believing her ears. He thought she was "cute"? And not worth hitting on? Well, now, didn't that just make her day? "Are you done?"
    "I'm done." He let out a big breath.
    "All right, then. I've made my decision." All the nerves from too little sleep and too much coffee burned in her stomach. She pulled a roll of antacids from her pocket and popped one into her mouth, praying it worked quickly. "I have a condition."
    "Oh, Jesus, is it serious?"
    "What?" She pressed a hand to her diaphragm in a vain attempt to squelch the fire.
    "Your condition." Worry lined his face as he glanced at her hand. "Is that why you said no last night? You're sick?"
    She choked. "Not that kind of condition, you idiot. A condition to my agreeing to do this deal."
    "Oh." He placed a hand over his heart. "You scared me. I thought you had cancer or something. So, what's your condition?"
    She squared her stance. "If I do this, I want to read Marguerite's diaries."
    He waited for her to go on. "That's it?"
    "I may have other stipulations later, but that's the main one for now. So, yes or no?"
    "Oh, gee." He pinched his bottom lip as if deep in thought. "I don't know ... we don't normally let anyone outside the family read the diaries. They're very personal."
    "You're asking me to let the whole world read my great-grandfather's letter, which is also very personal."
    "I'll have to talk to Alli and Rory, though. Be sure they're cool with this."
    "Fine." She headed toward the door. "Let me know what y'all decide."
    "Whoa, wait." He grabbed her arm, laughing as he pulled her back. "I was joking."
    "I wasn't."
    "Yeah, I've noticed that about you. No sense of humor."
    She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was teasing her or insulting her.
    He sighed at her lack of response. "The answer is yes. If you help