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His dick knocked on the zipper of his jeans.
    Hey, buddy. Invite her back to the beach house please and thank you.
    She sniffled and wiped the remnants of tears from her eyes. “Um, that’s really sweet of you. Provided you’re not planning to murder me and throw my body in the ocean or something.” Her sexy Southern drawl caught him off guard. Women did not talk like this where he came from.
    He forced a laugh, despite the odd buzzing sensation taking over his brain. “Nah. It’s been a long day. I was just going to ask if you wanted to come back to my place and have a drink with some…people, and then I could take you home. Wherever that may be.”
    She gifted him a half-grin, but he didn’t miss that she wrapped her arms around herself in a protective gesture. “Dallas,” she informed him. “Texas.”
    Her smooth legs went on forever, and it was everything he could do not to stare. He cleared his throat and focused on her beautiful face instead. “Well, that’s a mighty long drive from here. But I’ve got a car service and a company jet if you need a lift.” Nice, Maxwell. Way to sound like a cocky fuckwad. Just like dear old dad.
    The woman stared openly at him, likely waiting for him to say that he was kidding. He’d bet his brand-new Range Rover on it. Or even his R8.
    “No, I’m not kidding, and yes, I’m an arrogant ass. What can you do?”
    The chiming sound of her laughter danced into the space between them.
    The ocean had always been his favorite sound. Since he was a kid and his parents used to bring him here for vacation, the soft lull was one of the only sounds that brought him peace. Until now.
    “Can I ask what brings you to the Hamptons…?” He trailed off, hoping she’d offer her name.
    She didn’t. In fact, something dark flashed across her features and she looked at him like she wanted to murder him a little. Maybe he should be the one questioning if he were about to be thrown in the ocean.
    She shook her head.
    Confusion bothered him. He liked to know what was what. Sort things out. Organize and categorize. She was a puzzle he needed to figure out. But couldn’t.
    “Well, then, can I ask if you’re okay? Looked like you were having a rough night.” Far as he knew, women didn’t go around pitching their shoes into the ocean.
    She shook her head again and a strand of hair whipped into her face. He reached out to move it, but she moved it first.
    He huffed out a breath. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
    “No,” she said so softly it was a whisper. “There’s nothing anyone can do for me.”
    Many years ago, he’d felt the same way on this very beach. His mother had passed away and at fifteen, it had seemed a great deal like the end of the world as he knew it. This mysterious woman carried the same sense of loss and desolation he recalled feeling all those years ago.
    “Hey,” he began gently, stepping closer enough to place a hand on the small of her back. “I’m sure that’s not true. There’s always something.”
    She stiffened at his touch, but when her face turned toward his, warmth radiated from it. A flash of determined interest flared in her eyes. Eyes he now saw to be nearly as indescribable as ocean water at sunrise—silvery-green with a darker rim around the irises. They were unlike any he’d seen before.
    “Are you married?” she asked, stepping closer.
    His neck almost snapped from the abrupt subject change. “Married?” His voice rose an octave on the word. “God, no.”
    He fought the urge to back up a step. She was coming closer, like she was thinking about taking a bite out of him. For an instant, he wondered if she might be one of those mythical creatures that devoured men. The breeze pulled her thin dress taut against her body and his dick stood at attention.
    If she was, he was okay with it.
    “Girlfriend?” she asked quietly. One more step and they’d be touching.
    He swallowed thickly and shook his head. He’d never actually had