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shuddering in my shoes,” he said, too cocky for his own good.
    “Because you’re too stupid to wear shoes.”
    “Because you woke me from a sound sleep, which will not happen again.” Did he really not want that to happen, again?
    He did want it. She could tell. He did. He so did. “You, Cartwright, are going home.”
    She crossed her arms. “You, Jarvis, are an ass.”
    “Positive words, please,” he said, mimicking her with a twinkle in his eye that made her want to stuff her fist down his throat.
    “I’m positive you’re an ass.”
    “Say apse , but never ass .”
    The cart fell over on the uneven shell path. “Double bargeboard!”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Architecture. You use witch-speak to be positive; I use architecture. It’s that or profanity. Take your pick.”
    “I’ll take architecture for a thousand.”
    He laughed. Morgan Jarvis had just laughed. She felt good about that. Hopeful. “Stop trying to get rid of me. You’re shuddering in your bruised body, and I’m the witch who can break you.”
    “Gritty Spanish stucco, you can’t even get the cart away from me,” he said. He tried to lift it, to prove himself right, but his string of curses told her that his bruised body had taken another hit. He put it down fast, his curse having nothing to do with architecture.
    They returned to playing tug-of-war, but at least she had her shoes on. “I’ve never wanted to turn a man into a slug, more. I’m staying, I tell you.”
    “I’m repacking your boat so you can leave. Now. Tonight.”
    Prickles of rage raced up Destiny’s arms and legs, weakening her, allowing Morgan custody of the cart. He picked it up, succeeded this time, and ran with it, “ouching” all the way.
    Beyond the red haze of fury, Destiny considered her options. No boat, no way home.
    He reached the boat at the same time she reached its mooring behind him and untied it.
    Morgan lowered the cart as the tide stole the boat from beneath it.
    Her cart sank like a thug in cement shoes.
    Her heart sank, too.
    She shoved him for forcing her hand. “My clothes, slam you!”
    Unprepared for her assault, he teetered, lost his footing, and fell into an icy October sea.
    “Morgan!” she screamed. She hadn’t meant to drown him, but when he popped back up, her anger returned. “You deserved that for sinking my clothes.”
    “Truce. Help me out. It’s freezing in here.”
    “I don’t think so. Ice water’s good for blue balls and dented brains.”
    “The sea salt’s not helping my cat scratches!”
    He fought the tide, up and under, up and under, sputtering and cursing, words she didn’t know he had in him, pure man smut. Really turned her on. “Wha’d’ya know,” she said. “You got a mouth on you.”
    He conquered the undertow and swiped water from his face. “And I’m about to get my jollies.” He grabbed for her ankle, but she stepped away and stomped on the hand clamping him to the dock.
    Destiny shivered. If he ever got out of there, he was gonna kill her. “You owe me a thousand dollars for new clothes,” she called, backing toward the house, planning to stake her claim and lock him out, to save her delicate hide.
    “Did you spell me into this?” he shouted, swimming against the tide.
    “Careful, debunker. You sound suspiciously like you believe I could.”
    “I wouldn’t put anything past you after this stunt.”
    She stopped. “This stunt was yours. Take your own boat back to Salem. I’m locking you out.”
    “I don’t have a boat. I took a water taxi, and it’s not due back until Wednesday.”
    “Too bad you can’t stay at the castle or the windmill. They’re fumigated and sealed.”
    “Lookee here.” He swung something thick and white, lasso-style, above his head. “Lose the attitude, brat, if you want what I just found.”
    “My skirt!”
    “ Somebody’s things are popping up all around me.”
    “My clothes!”
    “Oh? Are they yours?”
    Strangulation came to mind as