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thoughts in a whirl. So, if drugs and the DEA had
nothing to do with bringing her here, could it be that this was simply another
one of his father's crazy schemes?
    Yeah. Something like this was right up Branch Callahan's alley.
    So, the next question was, did he give a damn what mischief his
father was up to this time?
    Luke watched a heron glide gracefully mere inches above the water.
Yeah, he did. He had to. His father was a damned canny man, and if Luke didn't
pay close attention, the son of a bitch might slip something past him. That
simply wouldn't do.
    He let out a long, unhappy sigh. He didn't want to get involved
with one of Branch's schemes. Not now, not after a day like today. Not after
the bullshit of the past few months. Luke needed peace and calm and a fish on
his line.
    Instead, he had an uninvited woman on his boat. A woman he didn't
know and damned well couldn't trust.
    He did need to solve the puzzle that Maddie Kincaid presented, and
he needed to solve it tonight. Because come hell or high water or secretive
sexpot, the day after tomorrow he'd rendezvous with Matt, climb aboard his
brother's new boat, and head out into the gulf for some serious tarpon fishing.
The most important decision they'd make was what brand of beer to pull from the
ice chest.
    It sounded like heaven, and since he'd spent his recent days in
hell, Luke didn't want anything interfering with the plan.
    So, he'd turn up the charm. He'd feed her, ply her with wine, and
seduce her secrets right out of her. He'd find out the who, what, when, where,
and whys of one Ms. Maddie Kincaid while he filled his mouth with a nice rib
eye. That way, he could haul her sweet ass back to the marina in the morning
and dump her.
    "Sounds like a plan," he murmured.
    Luke made his way to the galley, where he prepared potatoes for
baking, pulled steaks from the fridge, then took a moment over his wine
selection. This certainly wasn't a dinner date with a woman he was trying to
impress; however, the meat market butcher had bragged of the steak's exceptional
quality. Food like this deserved a decent wine. Yet, he shouldn't raid the gold
medal bottles he'd laid in for his brother Matt-the-wine-snob, because if they
ran short, he'd have to listen to a bunch of griping and whining.
    However, when he grabbed a bottle, he chose the best he had on
board. It had been a bitch of a day, and he was having dinner with a
beautiful woman. Tomorrow they'd say their good-byes and he'd probably never
see her again.
    Unless she's really in trouble, and then what will you do?
    The taste in Luke's mouth turned sour. "Nothing," he
snapped as he yanked the cork from the wine bottle, trying to convince himself
it was true. He was nobody's hero. Not anymore. He wanted to spend his days
fishing and his nights getting drunk.
    Besides, what were the chances she truly was in trouble and not
one of his father's pawns? Slim and none, to his way of thinking.
    Luke carried the food up the spiral staircase to the roof bar and
the oldest item on the boat—his beloved charcoal grill. He built a fire, then
put the potatoes on to bake. He dropped the metal lid shut with a bang when he
heard the shower shut off downstairs and a mental picture of a naked and
dripping Maddie Kincaid flashed through his mind.
    An interesting thought occurred. If she was part of one of
his father's harebrained schemes, then getting Luke into bed might be part of
the plan. He'd need to be on guard against such a ploy.
    Though, as an agent for the Drug Enforcement Administration, Luke
had been taught to investigate thoroughly and completely.
    Maybe he should see just how far she'd go.

CHAPTER 3
    Clean, dry, and dressed in a Texas Rangers T-shirt and gym shorts,
Maddie leaned against the boat railing and gazed out at the otherworldly beauty
of the bayou. The last time she'd worn a man's shirt, she'd been with Cade in
Rio, leaning against the balcony of their hotel room watching the surf slap
against the beach.
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