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prove it.
    None of it made any sense, but she was determined to just go with it.
    When she opened the door, he leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead. Then he popped a strawberry between her lips and showed her his picnic basket.
    “Breakfast,” he said, as she recovered from the feel of his warm, tender lips on her skin. Touch was so casual to him. He probably remembered touching her a thousand times. She felt like she was starved for it.
    She chewed the strawberry slowly as the elevator went down to the ground level. “So where are we going?” Not that it mattered, as long as it was with him.
    “Out on my yacht,” he said, extending his arm as the stepped out into the lobby. She took it with a grin.
    “Ooh, bringing out the big guns, hm? Breakfast and a boat trip?”
    “I aim to please,” he said, giving her a heated glance that made his words have a second meaning. She felt as if she were blushing head to toe.
    “I have a feeling you hit what you aim at,” she said nonchalantly, enjoying the way it caught him off guard and made him stop for a moment, with a funny half grin on his face that said he was impressed she was keeping up with him.
    She just grinned and kept moving, out the back doors and onto the beach. She looked up at the long dock in front of them, floating out onto the water, and saw a huge, graceful white yacht tied up there.
    “Is that your boat?” she asked, pointing to it.
    “No,” he said. “That one is.” He pointed to a dingy little rowboat with fishing equipment. “I thought we’d catch our own breakfast.”
    She laughed. “All right.”
    “Just kidding,” he said, helping her onto the dock and leading her down to the shining yacht. He helped her onto it, settling her on comfy, cushioned seats that lined the back, and then set to untying the ropes and starting the engine. “We’ll head out and drop anchor and then just spend some time in the sun, deciding if I’m an adequate breakfast-provider.”
    She thought whatever he did, he was probably more than adequate. As she started to relax around him, she felt a sudden urge to ask about her sons. About what had happened to them, how they’d grown up.
    But she had no right to…
    Sam turned on Caribbean music as they soared out over the waves. When they stopped, he put up a shaded canopy that cooled the air around them and gave shelter from the hot, late-morning sun. He opened the cooler and pulled out platters of fresh fruit and pastries and bottles of juice.
    He made her a plate piled with strawberries, blueberries, fresh whipping cream, and several danishes in various flavors.
    “I don’t know why I know this, but I love all of this stuff,” she said, sitting back happily to dig in.
    “I know,” he said.
    She looked up at him in shock. She kept forgetting he knew more about her than she did. “Thank you. For doing this.”
    “Sure,” he said.
    “Tell me about our kids,” she said.
    He frowned, and it was like seeing clouds pass over the sun. “I don’t… I don’t know if that’s a good idea yet. They aren’t… ready to have you in their lives yet.”
    She hung her head but nodded. It made sense. She didn’t like it, but it made sense. She resolved to try not to think about it, though it would be hard. “I guess we should wait until we figure out what happened to me,” she said.
    He brightened slightly. “That would be amazing, if you’re able to. I know it must be hard. I can’t even imagine how hard.”
    She nodded.
    He moved forward, putting a hand up to cup her face, running his fingers lightly through her hair as breeze blew around them. “I’m just glad you’re not running. I’m glad you’re staying here to try and figure it out.”
    She reached down for a berry, and he let go. She dipped it in cream and then slowly savored it. Then she bit into a pastry. It was the best she’d ever had. Light, flaky, perfect.
    “I always loved watching you eat,” he said, teasing her but looking at her