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gently to the side to make room for what looked like a battered guitar
case.
    She looked up
with annoyance at her suitcase, now mushed into the corner of the luggage
compartment. Who did this joker think he was? Probably some spoiled rock star
with an inflated ego and enflamed genitals who felt entitled to park his
precious guitar or his penis anywhere he felt like. Her new confident persona
didn’t allow for this type of behaviour. She felt the righteous anger start to
bubble up to the surface as she watched him rest the neck of his case directly
on her luggage. How dare he?
    She blew out a
breath and tried to remain calm. After all, she was going to have to spend the
next several hours in close confines with the big jerk, so unless she wanted to
be a huge stress-ball when she arrived in paradise, she needed to handle this
situation with some tact. She would wait until he sat down and then she would
remove her bag from the compartment and transfer it elsewhere. And she would be
sure to give his guitar a well-placed shove while she was at it. Yes, that’s
exactly what she would do. A nice, civilized, passive-aggressive way of
handling conflict. She would not fly off the handle.
    Then he did the
unthinkable. He grabbed her suitcase out of the compartment and tossed it onto
the seat below.
    He did NOT just
do that.
    The words were
out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Excuse me, but what the hell do
you think you’re doing with my things?”
    At the sound of
her irritated voice, the man handling her luggage twisted around to look at her
and her annoyance died a quick and painless death.
    He was, quite
simply, sexy as hell. Not handsome. His features were just too rugged and harsh
for that term. If his jaw had been a shade less square or his cheekbones less
sharp he would have been considered conventionally attractive but the harsh
angles of his face gave him a vaguely forbidding look that she found both
thrilling and intimidating. He looked like the kind of man who would be
comfortable making deals in back alleys in the seediest part of town.
    “Is this yours?”
He asked, patting her luggage with one powerful-looking hand. His tanned skin
and longish sandy hair gave him the look of California surfer boy turned
juvenile delinquent but his powerful shoulders and broad chest under the white
T-shirt marked him as a man in the prime of life, maybe thirty years old. At
least eight years her junior so strictly off-limits, even if he was so
compelling she had trouble looking away from that hard face.
    She recognized
his type immediately. He was the kind of man who could get exactly what he
wanted from women based on his charm alone and did not apologize for breaking
hearts or rules whenever he felt like it.
    Then he gave her
a devilish smile and was instantly transformed from a thug into a creature so
unfathomably attractive that she forgot to respond to his question. When he
smiled, his cruel mouth turned up and drew attention away from his harsh
features and he became less intimidating, almost friendly-looking.
    Startlingly blue
eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned down at her over his shoulder and
she felt herself gazing up at this metamorphosis in wonder. She tore her gaze
away from his face, not wanting him to catch her awed expression. She sincerely
hoped she hadn’t drooled.
    Mona suddenly
became hyperaware that she was now gazing directly at his very spectacular,
very firm-looking butt.
    “Hey,” he said
in a deep, raspy voice that seemed to skate along her nerve endings. “I was
just adjusting my bag. You don’t mind, do you?”
    Adjusting his
bag? Her mind went blank for a moment. Why would she care if he adjusted his
junk? The thought of watching him perform such an intimate act made her feel
uncomfortably hot and she turned her face away to camouflage the tell-tale
blush she knew must be creeping up her cheeks. And then her dazzled mind
cleared and she realized he was talking about adjusting his