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it fell loosely around her shoulders. The flower-splashed sheath floated easily over her
    figure, its low, rounded neckline cool and casual. After she’d slipped into a pair of sandals, she was ready
    for the date with Kent Eaton.
    And none too soon, she thought, turning from the mirror as the doorbell chimed. Kent, as usual, was right
    on time.
    “Hi, I’m all set“ She smiled up at the blond, darkly tanned man waiting on the other side of the door.
    “Just let me grab my bag.“
    “No rush.“ Kent grinned good-naturedly, lounging against the jamb. Kent lounged against just about
    anything that was handy. Good-looking with his blond, blue-eyed, surfer’s appearance, he had a lazy,
    even-tempered attitude toward life that was appealing. At thirty-three he had put his love of the sea to
    practical use by opening a popular snorkel, surfboard and catamaran rental shop on the beach. His tanned,
    well-molded body reflected die hours he spent in the sun pursuing his main interests in life – sailing and skin
    diving.
    “Where are we going? Down to Hank’s?“ Reyna inquired, sweeping up her light canvas shoulder bag.
    “Yeah, Hank swears the mahimahi is fresh tonight, so I’m going to hold him to it“ Kent chuckled, taking
    her arm in a casually affectionate grip as she came through the door.
    The popular Hawaiian fish was in great demand with tourists, but it was difficult to find it well prepared
    now in the islands. The small restaurant run by Kent’s friend Hank Morton was one of the few places
    locals could still count on for excellent mahimahi.
    “How was business today?“ Reyna asked conversationally as they walked down the attractively
    landscaped path toward the main lobby of the condominium-hotel “Too good. I only got to spend an hour in
    the water myself!“
    “The price of success,“ Reyna teased, turning to slant him a smiling glance as they walked through the
    open-air lobby. The spacious area had been designed to take full advantage of the tropical climate. A wide,
    sweeping view of the sea was unblocked by walls and windows although there were shutters which could
    be pulled shut in the event of a severe storm. The tiled expanse of space was furnished much as Reyna’s
    apartment, with exotic wicker and rattan. The front desk occupied one wall and Reyna automatically
    glanced at the clerk she knew would be on duty.
    “Everything okay, Jim?“ she asked.
    “Sure.“ The middle-aged man behind the desk grinned, glancing up. “That guy in the suit find you
    earlier?“
    “He found me,“ she affirmed.
    “You don’t look too thrilled with the fact“ Jim chuckled knowingly.
    “Well, he’s not exactly my type,“ she retorted.
    “Too bad. He’s checked in for a ten-day stay.“
    “Checked in! Here?“ Reyna’s smile vanished.
    “I’m afraid so. Don’t worry, Rey. Just another tourist They come and they go. If he gives you any
    trouble, one of the guys will take care of him.“
    “Or I will,“ Kent interrupted with easy confidence. “Who is he?“
    “Just someone I used to know in Seattle,“ Reyna said quickly, recovering from the shock. She ought to
    have guessed Trev would be staying in her hotel. “No one important…“
    “I’m crushed,“ Trev Langdon drawled from the open entrance behind them.
    Reyna whirled to see him pace calmly forward. He looked as elegantly immaculate as he probably had
    when he’d gotten off the plane. Must have taken a few minutes to dump the sand out of his shoes, she
    decided with silent humor. Had he stayed out on the beach all during the time she was dressing for her date
    with Kent?
    “Don’t be offended, Trev,“ she said easily as he approached the front desk. “Sometimes we seem a bit
    cavalier toward tourists, but deep down we appreciate each and every one of you. After all, where would
    we be without you?“
    “We?“ he stressed inquiringly, but the amber gaze was roving over Kent Eaton assessingly. He took in
    the younger man’s