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she found the smooth silk she sought.
    She took the dress out and unrolled it, smiling as the midnight blue satin glowed in the afternoon sun. She'd never worn the dress, anywhere, but she'd tried it on enough times to know how great it made her feel. She still remembered the afternoon she'd found it buried in the clearance rack. She'd fallen in love with it then and had to have it.
    Never in her daydreams had she thought she'd have an occasion like her dinner with Trent to wear it. Sure, he was annoying, but from what Sally said the place he was taking her to must be beautiful. If she didn't enjoy his company she could at least take pleasure in the elegant surroundings.
    Who was she kidding? Certainly not herself. But she did need to focus on business first, his classical good looks would have to take a back seat to more important matters.
    She needed a plan. She ran her fingers over the dress and after a moment, an idea took root. For a second she doubted the sensibility of it, but easily shrugged her concerns aside. What choice did she have? She had to have a strategy that would make things go her way. She found the strappy sandals that went with the dress and set them down on the floor by iron footboard. After a little digging she pulled out her travel iron and set it next to the things on the bed. Satisfied that she had everything she needed, Louise hung the dress in the closet, left the rest of her things for later and went out into the hall. She pulled the door closed, and as quietly as she could she tiptoed through the silent house.
    A long stroll around town to get to know the island would clear her head and keep her from over-analyzing her plan. Trent Parker really couldn't be that different from the boys back home, and she knew how to handle them.
    There was no room for doubt. If she didn't want to go running home with her tail between her legs, making things go her way was really the only chance she had.

Chapter Three
    TRENT STRAIGHTENED HIS tie for the third time, then he inspected his suit in the large hotel mirror again: no lint and no wrinkles. Try as he might, he couldn't figure out the source of his agitation, why his hands jerked as he smoothed out the flawless material of his black dinner jacket.
    In disgust, he turned away from his image. He was acting like some idiot college kid on his way to his first big fraternity dance. That was ridiculous, because he was a long way off from being eighteen and this was hardly a date. It was a quest for information.
    After thinking things over that afternoon, he'd decided that if he could discover what his father hoped to accomplish by buying the worthless stable, making the decision to sell would be easier.
    Louise was the key.
    She knew something and he was going to get it out of her even if he had to force it out. He smiled. Of course he would try charming it out of her first.
    That prospect had him hurrying down the narrow hall of the small hotel he'd checked into a few days earlier. He reached the stairs, dodged two kids arguing over a sticky strand of pink taffy, and descended to the lobby.
    He'd given up denying that he looked forward to the evening ahead. His physical reaction to her was a side effect of the stress he'd been under, he didn't have any sincere personal interest in Miss Hart, but he did enjoy the challenge she presented.
    Trent rounded a young couple lingering by the doorway and slipped out the wide front door. He'd considered staying at the world-famous The Majestic, but in the end decided he didn't need to be surrounded by trappings of wealth. The smaller, less prestigious, Manor House suited him fine. Among the noisy families and love struck honeymooners, he attracted no attention. Whether he stayed on, or sold the stable and left town, nobody cared. He preferred it that way.
    He started off toward town, hoping walking the few blocks would give him time to clear his head. Or at least work off some of the extra energy that had his muscles