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braced arms, his grin full-fledged.
    Her face heated as she studiously avoided looking at the contours of the muscles in his biceps. "Shut up. You know what I mean."
    He sobered and turned his attention to the water. "Well, you see things that no one should see, and you're thousands of miles from home." He dropped to his elbows. "Just makes you appreciate things more, you know?   Like being able to eat or drink whenever you want, whatever you want. Hell, being able to sleep when you want. Being able to do whatever the hell without checking in." He took the bottle and lifted it to his lips.  
    "So, freedom."
    "Yeah, I guess." He passed the bottle over. "Just opened my eyes to the world around me, see?"
    She choked on the wine. Some dribbled down her chest and she caught it with the edge of her hand before it reached the fabric. She lifted her hand and licked the liquid from the side of her hand. Andrew made a sound, his gaze on her breasts. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the sand, and he was over her, braced on his arms, the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he stared down at her as if he was trying to figure out who she was. Then he angled his head and covered her mouth with his.  
    She should push him away. He wasn't pinning her to the ground, just leaning over her and kissing her, and if she didn't want everything to change, she should make him stop, make him think, make him...
    His tongue teased her lips open and she drank him in, his textures, his flavor, breathed him in, the ocean, the wine, his own scent that had been imprinted on her hands all night long when she was trying to sleep and only able to think of him. She curved her hand around the back of his neck and lifted her chin to welcome him, to answer his tongue's caresses with her own, to explore, to discover. His short hair scratched her palm, so, secure that he wasn't going to abandon the kiss, she glided her hand over his shoulder, feeling the play of muscles beneath her hand. She lifted her leg to slide along his hair-roughened one, and she shifted toward him, wanting to feel more of him against her.
    "Hey, you can't be drinking on the beach. Hey!"
    A few minutes passed before the words sunk in. Joslyn twisted toward the voice, breaking the kiss. Andrew levered himself off her and followed her gaze to see the uniformed officer approaching. In one fluid move, Andrew was on his feet. He stretched a hand down to Joslyn without looking at her. She took it and he pulled her up. She stood beside him to face the officer.  
    "There's no drinking on the public beaches," the officer said, motioning to the bottle in the sand. "You need to take that somewhere else."
    "Yes, sir," Andrew said, bending and wrapping his hand around the neck of the bottle.  
    Joslyn hesitated, thinking the officer would give them a ticket or say something else, but he just waited as Andrew took her hand and led her off the beach. Embarrassed, she looked over her shoulder to see him watching them.
    "I feel like a teenager who just got busted," she muttered.
    "Teenagers don't have hotel rooms overlooking the ocean," he said.
    Her pulse thundered and she considered pulling her hand free. She'd lost her mind on the beach, letting him kiss her like that, kissing him back, especially as his words from earlier sunk in. He was seeing things differently. Was she ready for him to see her differently? What if she said no and lost him all together? Or what if she said yes and everything changed?
    When they got into the room, Andrew tugged her toward the balcony. She hung back, and took the bottle from him.  
    "I think we'd better call it a night," she said, breaking away and heading to her room. "It's been a long day and we have another one tomorrow." Before he could say anything, she ducked into her room and closed the door.
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    When she woke the next morning, she felt a strange warmth behind her, and shifted to see Andrew sleeping beside her, on top of the bedding, his