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and the shortest route to get there? Just in case you want to do absolutely nothing there one day.”
    “Sounds perfect.” She smiled.
    Even that was arousing. “And there’s no lifeguard on duty if you go for a swim in the pool.”
    “I’ll remember that. I won’t swim in the deep end.” She laughed.
    Another thing that sent his hormones surging. “Okay, and there’s plenty of food for lunch, cold cuts, cheese, bread. And I’ll see you later.”
    Jon felt like he needed to kiss her goodbye. He almost did but stopped himself just in time.

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    Maggie watched Jon leave the kitchen. He was wearing dress pants, a shirt and tie, very business-like, very professional and ultra-sexy. The cleft in his chin seemed more pronounced today which made him look even more like his father than she’d originally thought. She imagined Julie saw the resemblance too and wondered if it was a source of pain or joy.
    She and Henry had been so madly in love and Julie had been trying to get pregnant again about a year before he’d died. Unfortunately they’d been unsuccessful at conceiving a second time. Nevertheless she’d been blessed with one very handsome young man. Maggie wouldn’t be too surprised if Jon’s female patients feigned illness just so they could make an appointment to see him.
    Imagine having him lay his hands on you, examining you, seeing you naked…
    Maggie downed the rest of her coffee. Shit, her mind was heading into the gutter again.
    She stood up, took her dirty plates and flatware over to the sink and rinsed them before setting them in the rack on the drain board to dry.
    Today was the first full day of her vacation and she was going to shower, put on her bikini… Yes, her daughters had talked her into buying them instead of one-piece suits.
    “Mom, a swimsuit makes you look like a granny,” Katie had told Maggie. “You’ve still got a decent body and I read in Shape magazine that a two-piece actually makes you appear slimmer. Plus, in Europe you can bathe topless.”
    As if Maggie would have the nerve to bare her breasts in public.
    Her daughters had whistled when Maggie had strolled out of the fitting room wearing the light blue two-piece. Okay, it wasn’t high cut like some she’d tried on, but still it was revealing enough and about as risky as she wanted to get.
    “I think we should enter her in the glamorous grandma contest.”
    Maggie smiled remembering Katie’s comment. Maggie had even got a bikini wax the day before she’d left Maine. Her first ever. Usually she did her own trimming and shaving down there but when she’d tried on the bikini for the second time she’d noticed just how high cut it was, so more than the usual amount of hair was on display. Annie had dared her to get a Brazilian but just getting a professional wax was about all the pain Maggie could tolerate.
    She glanced out of the window. A beautiful day so she didn’t want to waste a single minute of it. She’d go home with a great tan that would hopefully last all through the Maine winter.
    She went upstairs, planning to finish unpacking before everything got so creased she’d be forced to spend hours ironing her entire suitcase load of clothing. She took out her cell phone and set it on the dressing table. How tempting it was to dial someone back home, even her office to see if things were running smoothly. She’d text Katie to let her know she’d arrived okay and that would be all. Maggie switched on the phone, smiling when she saw a photo of Emily she’d added just before she left. She typed in a quick Arrived safely and turned it off again. Now she’d take a shower, slip into her cute new two-piece, grab a book and lounge the day away.

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    Maggie felt like royalty. She couldn’t remember marrying a king or even a prince but that’s how she felt. She’d sunbathed, read, gone for a swim and then stepped inside for a lunch of bread, tomatoes, black olives and cheese, a kind she’d never