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    Having to take care of her sister, and then her nephew, for most of her life, she’d never had much time for fun. In fact, she was probably the least interesting person on this tiny island.
    Still, Jake Campbell was there, his big brown eyes watching her every move. It was unsettling, it was unnerving, and she’d already buggered up two of her lines. His booming laugh each time was drowned out by the blood pounding in her ears, in a race to fill her face in the reddest blush of all time.
    “Right, Caitlyn. Now I want you to unzip the wetsuit on the boat, shimmy it off, and slide down the side onto the sand. Think sexy!” The heated blood rose to her cheeks again as Sean boomed his instructions over the loud speaker. “Action!”
    Caitlyn’s tummy swarmed with butterflies. The tiny emerald green scrap she’d donned for the scene barely covered her breasts or bottom. After a deep breath, she did as she was told and unzipped the suit. Now all she had to do was peel off the clingy, soaked wetsuit and try to make it look like she wasn’t unwrapping a raw turkey.
    Slowly, she pulled her arms free, one by one. The absence of Jake’s booming laughter drew her attention and Caitlyn darted a peek over to where he sat on a fold-out chair a few feet back. He wasn’t laughing. In fact, his cheeky grin was gone. Instead, those dark eyes bored into her and she swore she could feel the heat of his gaze on her body.
    Maybe she could do sexy after all.
    With a bout of newfound confidence, Caitlyn bent over at the waist to peel the white fabric from her hips, all the while dying to peek at the look on his face. Once her feet were free, she swung one leg over the side of the speedboat, followed by the other, then proceeded to slide down to the sand. The movement made the fabric of the bikini bottoms slide up, but there was no way she was going to pick the garment out from the place it disappeared and go through all that again. Once was enough.
    So, without another thought, she pulled the prop handgun out of the boat and ran off to the side, aware that soon Jake would get a more revealing glimpse of her body than the tiny bikini was supposed to show off.
    “And…cut! Good work, guys. Well done, Caitlyn, that scene was steamy,” Sean said, pushing his sunglasses onto his forehead. Little clumps of dark hair tufted out at the sides of his head. “That’s a wrap for today. Tomorrow morning we start at seven. Don’t be late.” Sean looked directly at Caitlyn when he said the last part, and her cheeks warmed. She nodded back ruefully.
    Everyone started packing up their equipment and she darted a look around the beach. Jake wasn’t anywhere in sight. Caitlyn tried to ignore the disappointment surging through her. Seriously, why did she care? He was rude, self-centered, and did what he liked whenever he pleased, regardless of the effect it had on anyone else.
    He’s also hot and charming. Did she mention hot?
    Although her initial anger had faded, she was still miffed and was really trying her best to ignore his model-good looks. After all, he knew he was hotter than hot. Women probably told him all the time, and from what she’d read about him in magazines, there were a lot of women to boost his ego.
    She would not be one of them.
    Still, as she picked up her robe from the fold-out chair where she’d left it, the disappointment only increased. Why ask her out, spend the day watching her closely, and then just bugger off? Caitlyn knew she was a bit on the short and skinny side, with hair a matador would have trouble taming, but the fact he gave up so easily stung.
    Did he expect to get what he wanted all the time, or had he found another woman to take out to dinner? She tried to ignore the pang of jealousy accompanying the thought. Who Jake dated didn’t matter to her, it wasn’t like she would date him. He was selfish, inconsiderate, and infuriating.
    Caitlyn’s stomach rumbled as she made her way across the sand toward