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and she could have broken her neck. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted the teal gymnast’s formfitting, high-cut leotard, which revealed surprisingly long legs, firm thighs, and a rounded, tight butt.
    It had taken the last fifteen minutes of running at full pace to subdue his raging erection. One glance at her suspended in that split undid the last hour of punishing exercise as his cock reacted to the mental images imprinting his pupils. Lurid visions, which proved almost as blinding as the glaring afternoon sunlight, made him blink furiously against its brilliance.
    Could she take him that way?
    In a split?
    Harrison cleared his throat.
    Eyebrows raised to her hairline, she jumped and twisted to face them.
    Their eyes meshed across the short distance, and she stiffened, gazed to the left for a brief moment, and swung her head back to meet his stare. She flashed him this saucy, impish grin and clamped small hands on lean hips. Her whole stance, chin tilted up, shoulders squared in a provocative come-get-me challenge, inflamed him.
    Terry tipped her a two-fingered salute and knew she’d milk his aching cock tonight. Ready and willing, she’d so much as said the words.
    “You know her?” When Terry didn’t respond, Harry elbowed his rib cage. “Earth to O’Connor. Who is she?”
    “Her aunt and uncle want to the charter the Glory for three weeks. That’s the charter I agreed to this morning.”
    “You and your leprechaun luck. What a sweet piece of meat. How old?”
    “Almost jailbait for us, boyo. Twenty-one, small-town girl. From what the uncle said earlier, she’s been caring for a sick mother. Trip’s a graduation present from the aunt and uncle.”
    As Terry watched, she toweled off, glanced at them, cheeks pinkening, and gave a little shake of her head. Dropping a cream towel on a steel bar, she jumped, hands clamping onto the high bar, her back to them. Swinging her legs faster and faster, she somersaulted the couple of feet between the parallel steel frames and went into a fast series of tumbles and tight turns.
    “Jaysus,” Terry muttered.
    “And then some,” Harrison said, shoving his hat off his head. “Kind of unnerving up close.”
    “Too true, boyo, too true.”
    “Shucks, Terry, you’re gonna break that sugar’s heart. And she has this air of fragility, kind of a sweet sadness about her.”
    “Until I saw that little performance I’d have agreed with you. Trust me, Harry, you can’t be internally fragile and have the discipline and determination to become an accomplished gymnast. Yet, you’re right. She looks unsullied by the sins of the world.”
    “She’s one freaking flexible woman. Did you see that?”
    In exquisite slow motion, Jenny bent over at the waist, rested her palms on the sand, and lifted her pointed toes off terra firma, spread them perpendicular to the ground, and paused. She pirouetted, raised both legs above her head, torso a perfect, still straight line. Each movement sucked in Terry’s gut until air didn’t make it to his lungs.
    “Three weeks ain’t gonna be enough, not with that sweetmeat. She’s blushing. When was the last time you saw a grown woman blush?”
    “Don’t even think it, Harrison Ford.” Terry’s eyebrows slashed together as he levered a scowl at his first mate.
    “That sugar’s marrying material, and I have a hunkering to settle down. She’s sweeter’n double-chunk peanut brittle, and there’s no way you get to be the only gunslinger in town.” Harry dusted off his hands.
    “Sod the cowboy prattle, she’s not close enough to impress. Don’t cross me on this one, Harrison. I’m warning you.”
    “Since when do you care who gets to pussy first?”
    “This one’s mine. Touch her and you’re off the Glory , indefinitely.”
    “Might be I’ll call you on that one. We’ll see.”
    “Boyo, you’d better fricking not be planning what I think you are. Time you got back to the Glory and earned your keep. I’ll touch base