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word. Gah! But that kiss was by far the sexiest, most spontaneous kiss she’d ever had. Every time she looked at him, it was like her fingers and lips twitched, wanting to touch him again.
    Yet the kiss had meant nothing to Will.
    Hmm, so obviously what happened a year ago wasn’t an isolated incident. Love ‘em and leave ‘em. He hasn’t changed at bit. Duly noted.
    She swallowed and tried to appear unaffected, which was pretty difficult with the way Will was smiling at her. Finally, he broke eye contact and gazed toward the water.
    “Damn, that was fun.”
    For a moment, she thought he was talking about their kiss, but then she caught the longing in his eyes as he stared at the ocean. A cold wave curled around Justine’s heart. Would any woman be able to make him look at her like that? So enraptured? She couldn’t help wondering if Will looked the same way when he was in love.
    “I know you’re busy,” she said, “but when will you have time for me? I’m kind of on a deadline to make tonight’s online edition.”
    “I’m free now.”
    “Oh. Great.” She hadn’t expected him to be available so soon. There were still two hundred people on the beach, many of which were probably there to see him.
    “Let me grab my stuff.”
    She nodded and watched him walk away. He was still wearing his wetsuit top, but she could see the outlines of muscles working in his back and shoulders. Her hands had been holding his tight waist just a short time ago. She felt that tingling in her fingers again.
    On one of their four dates, they’d gone dancing. Will was a good dancer and she’d felt those same muscles through his shirt back then. Why hadn’t it dawned on her that there had to be another side to the guy who sat behind a computer all day? And why the hell did he still have his shirt on now?
    She mentally kicked herself, forcing her mind to recall the last memory she had of him…
    Will had vanished— poof ! No phone call, no nothing, only a note on the pillow beside her when she’d woken up in his bed the next morning. The whole experience had been mortifying, punctuated by a staggering hangover that lasted two days. All these months later, she still couldn’t remember what happened between them that night.
    There wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t dying to know the whole truth. Then again, was that more important than trumping her own scoop by adding the real name of Chase Ryder to her story?
    The reporter in her hadn’t decided.
    Will returned with a duffel bag. “Ready?”
    “Sure.”
    “Are you staying at one of the B&B’s?” he asked.
    “No, I couldn’t find a hotel. Too short notice, so I squatted with a friend of a friend.”
    “That’s convenient,” he said as they treaded in the sand toward the road.
    “I just needed one night, so it was perfect.”
    Will stopped at a ragtop Jeep. “This is me.”
    “Oh. Okay. Should we meet or…”
    “I know you requested a public place, but I’d rather not discuss what we’re going to discuss in public. Would you mind if I drove us somewhere?” His sunny brown eyes held steadily on her, but there was something reserved behind them now.
    Suspicion, maybe? Oh, he didn’t trust her, either. Interesting. Perhaps Will’s double life was more complicated than she’d assumed. Not that it mattered. Chase Ryder was the important part of her story—period. Her means to an end.
    If she wanted to impress her boss, this interview had to go well. She needed Will relaxed and willing to share, even if that meant not in public.
    “I don’t mind,” she replied, falling into reporter mode. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
    “The thought of giving an interview makes me very uncomfortable, Justine.” His voice trailed off as his eyes gave her a quick up-and-down, then he tossed his duffel bag in the backseat and pulled open her door. “Hop in.”
    The back of her mind said something about how she should take her own car so she could abandon ship if things