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men would have taken you up on your offer, but they wouldn’t have respected you the next day.”
    “But not you? Because what? You’re a fucking saint?”
    He laughed sardonically. “Hardly, and if you’re going to keep swearing at me, at least vary your vulgarity.”
    “Fu—” Gigi started to say, then stopped. “I don’t care what you think of me.” She waved a finger angrily in his face. “You know why? Because when you’re in hell it doesn’t matter if someone turns up the heat. So laugh at me all you want, but you can’t ruin what was already one of the worst days of my life.”
    She pushed past him, and Kane let her go. He had no right to stop her. She was upset, but she was better off without him. Being around her aroused him more than he expected, and he was close to making a huge mistake, if his throbbing cock was anything to go by. Fuck, I shouldn’t want her this badly. He leaned over the banister and groaned. She’s probably here with her family.
    Shit, twenty-two. That’s younger than my sister.
    I almost slept with someone who might still have a curfew.

Chapter Three
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    S tupid. Stupid. Stupid.
    As if coming to the wedding hadn’t been a bad enough idea, she’d rounded off the day by completely humiliating herself. Gigi berated herself all the way up the steps, across the lawn, between the mansions, and down the long driveway. She was headed back to the tiny hotel room she’d been told she was lucky had still been available. She’d collect her things and leave on the next plane or boat out. She didn’t care where to, as long as it was far from there.
    The streets were dark and unlit. Although she’d walked to the wedding, navigating the streets was proving more difficult than she’d imagined. Still, that didn’t stop her. She considered what she was walking away from to be far worse than whatever she might run into.
    She stopped and covered her face with her hands. She’d heard Kane’s laughter again and it tore through her. I’m not a joke.
    I threw myself at a man, and he laughed.
    Oh, my God. This is a new low, even for me.
    I thought coming here would somehow make things better, but it’s worse. So much worse. She started walking again and stubbed her toe on a rock, almost falling onto the road, but righting herself at the last minute. It was then she realized she had no idea which road led back to her hotel. What else could go wrong?
    A car pulled up beside her, and a male voice called out, “Do you need a ride?”
    Gigi stepped back and put her arms protectively around herself. “No, just point me in the direction of the New Harbor Hotel.”
    The car pulled off to the side, and the driver hopped out. A tall light-haired man dressed in jeans and a T-shirt hustled to the passenger door. He held the door to the car open. “I would not be the best cabbie on Slater Island if I left you walking in the dark. Hop in, I’ll drive you there.”
    “Thank you, but I’m fine.”
    The man, who looked to be about her age, held out his hand in greeting and the smile he flashed was harmlessly charming. “I’m Waffle.”
    “Waffle? Like the food?” She shook his hand and relaxed. It was difficult to be afraid of anyone with a nickname like that.
    “Exactly,” he said in a pleased drawl. “Who doesn’t love them? I personally have never had one that wasn’t delicious. How about you?”
    Gigi shook her head, feeling the conversation was a bit unreal. “I never thought too much about it.”
    Waffle nodded slowly. “Many people don’t. It’s an underappreciated food item.” He waved at the open door of the cab behind him. “So, do you want a ride?”
    “Yes, I guess,” Gigi conceded and slid into the back seat. Once they were driving again, she asked, “Did I miss the last boat off the island?”
    “You sure did.”
    “How about the planes? Will they take me back to the mainland?”
    “You won’t find anyone free right now. Everyone’s booked shuttling wedding