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arrive with only their toothbrush, but if they forgot, the concierge would simply supply one. Just as if they’re hungry at two A.M. and don’t want to go out, you can offer the residents a small menu of beautifully prepared delicious meals between ten P.M. and six A.M.”
    “All the conveniences of a hotel in the comfort of your own home,” he mused aloud.
    “Exactly.” She folded her hands. “I know there’s nothing like working late at home and finding the refrigerator empty. The wealthy love to be pampered, their needs met with the least inconvenience. You’ll give that to them and more.”
    He studied her a long moment. “You might have been wrong about my hiring competent people if your résumé was overlooked.”
    She grinned across the table at him. “Does that mean you’ll consider it now?”
    He had a question of his own: “Are you sure you want to work for me?”
    “Yes, why wouldn’t I?” She hoped her expression was puzzled instead of hot and bothered.
    Instead of answering, he asked, “Would you like anything else?”
    A straight answer. “No.” Placing her napkin on the table, Sierra came to her feet and went to the steel railing a few feet away. By the full moon she could see the rushing waves crash against the shoreline. “It is beautiful here. It must be unbelievable waking up to this.”
    What he imagined would be wonderful was waking up with Sierra … if they ever went to sleep. “I haven’t been here in a while.”
    She leaned back on the railing and faced him as he joined her. “That’s right. You own a home or a private residence in every city where you have a resort.” She frowned. “I can’t decide if I’d enjoy that or not.”
    He didn’t, but if he kept moving he was able to keep the past at bay. “You get used to it. Would you like to go down?”
    “I’m not dressed for it,” she said, then grinned. “But what the heck. Turn around.”
    He frowned. “What?”
    “Sand and stockings don’t mix,” she explained.
    He turned and listened to the rustle of taffeta, imagined her rolling the stockings down her long, sleek legs, trim ankles, his lips following. His hand clenched.
    “Ready.”
    He turned and reached for her hand. He liked touching her, perhaps too much. She stepped back. “Socks, shoes, jacket, and tie.”
    He started to ask if she was kidding, then realized she wasn’t. He toed off his Italian loafers, stuck his socks inside, then placed his jacket on the back of his chair and stuck the tie in the pocket. “Do I need to take off anything else?”
    The same naughty thought of seeing Blade shirtless popped into her head. “I think that’s enough.”
    He found himself wanting to smile back again. He didn’t smile and tease with women he took out. They filled one basic need but left so many others cold and empty. “Come on.” Hand in hand, he and Sierra went down the winding steps to the beach.
    “Wait.” She pulled her hand free, then removed the hairpins and jeweled comb from her hair coiled in a topknot. The straight black strands tumbled to her small waist. She shook them free, then combed her fingers through the heavy mass.
    “I’ll take those.”
    “Thank you.” She placed the hair ornament and pins in his hand.
    As soon as he pocketed them he reached out and closed a fist around her hair. “Beautiful.”
    “Th-Thank you.” Sierra was slightly alarmed at the huskiness in her voice, the urge to lean closer, press her lips against the sensual curve of Blade’s wicked mouth. Oddly at a loss for words, she glimpsed a falling star over his shoulder and grabbed for a chance to negate the charged atmosphere. “Look!”
    Slowly, reluctantly, Blade turned in time to see the star before it vanished. “I haven’t seen one in a long time.”
    Sierra briefly shut her eyes to make a wish that her foolish emotions wouldn’t get in the way of common sense. When she opened her eyes, Blade was staring down at her. Even in the half shadows she