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Nothing…She dropped her eyes.
    Big mistake.
    All that naked skin, the hard muscled plane of a stomach that definitely understood the meaning of sit ups, the line of soft blond hair leading right down to….She forced her eyes back up, and he winked.
    Oh. Her face heated immediately, and she held out the bag as if she hadn’t been ogling him. At least he didn’t tease her. He took the bag, threw a couple pairs of sweats in it and some sunscreen before opening the top drawer of his desk and throwing…
    “What are those?”
    Callah hated the way her voice squeaked as she pointed to the box of condoms on the top of the bag.
    “Honey, if I have to tell you that….”
    “I know what they are, Riley. Take them out. Now.”
    Riley turned to take in her heated face, her arms crossed over her chest, her face set in an oh-so prim school-marm frown. Completely at odds with her Hollywood-licious body.  
    She needed some serious soothing, but she wasn’t going to take that from him. So he’d have to tease her instead. Anything to wipe the worry from her face. At least until they got out on the boat.
    “Don’t think so, Callah. You’ve been eating me up with your pretty green eyes since we walked in this place. I might not be a Boy Scout, but I still believe in being prepared.”
    She wasn’t shaking anymore. At least not from fear.  
    Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again before she finally spoke. “I have not…Oh!” She practically ran out of the room without another word and Riley smiled.
    Mission Accomplished. This being one of the good guys sure was fun. Hopefully he lived to laugh about it.

Chapter Three
    Riley grabbed his laptop bag and walked out to the dock.
    Callah followed in her ridiculous dress and sandals. She’d obviously missed all the horror flicks when they were growing up. Women on the run wore sensible shoes and clothes or they got dead fast. Dead fast was what they were trying to avoid.
    He stepped onto his boat and held out his hand to help her. Callah bit her lip, looking every bit as unsure as she had when he’d found her walking home from the prom on a pitch black night in a virginal white dress like some sort of ghost story come to life.
    “Come on, Callah. We’re wasting time.”
    She looked over her shoulder as if sensing the very real danger they were in, then placed her soft, small hand in his and stepped. When her feet hit the boat’s floor, the blue skirt wrapped itself around her legs.
    Lucky skirt.
    He shook his head and dropped his hand from hers even though he didn’t want to. She was Callah Crenshaw, the princess. The china doll. The perfection of womankind.
    He liked his women hot and bothered. A sure thing. Someone who wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty but understood the realities of a good time. He didn’t want or need perfection. He’d made that clear all those years before. Of course, back then they’d been kids and neither of them were kids now. He allowed himself one more glance at her body and then stepped away.
    “You might think about a hat. You don’t want to get burned.”
    He stepped away, started the engine and turned back to see her still standing. The sun glinted off her hair making her look even more angelic. The boat bobbed gently in the water. A gust of wind blew her skirt away from her legs and her skirt served as a shadowbox encasing a pair of strong, long legs.  
    He should look away. Really, he should. But he was a connoisseur of fine women, and his eyes had been well trained. They wandered up her body until they caught a barely there shadow.
    She cleared her throat as heat infused her face once again, and for just a moment he felt like a creep of magnificent proportions. But then she narrowed her eyes and shot him a look that promised retribution and all he could think was life was good. Retribution from the woman she was now promised to be the kind of fun a guy like him could definitely get into.

    Callah sat on one of the cracked leather