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Army guy?
    Warning bells rang in her head. Not a good idea. He was gorgeous though. His All Blacks T-shirt stretched tight over a toned torso, and his jeans clung to muscular thighs. Very yummy . Okay, maybe I’m still in the land of the living.
    At that moment, he glanced over at her. Rose’s eyes widened, embarrassed that he’d caught her staring, but even from ten yards away, he caught her gaze and refused to let it go. She stood transfixed, her heart pounding as a smile spread across his face.
    Not looking at the others, he didn’t notice one of them throw the Frisbee at him, and it hit him on the temple. He jerked, stumbled, and fell backward onto his butt on the sand.
    Alarmed, Rose put down her glass and ran across the beach. She dropped to her knees beside him. “Are you all right?”
    He blinked and stared at her. “Do I have blue tweety birds going around my head?”
    She laughed, relieved. “No. A few stars though.”
    “Ah. That has nothing to do with the Frisbee.”
    She sat back, amused. “Wow. You’re smooth, even with concussion.”
    He went to say something else, but the other men walked up. He let one pull him to his feet, rolling his eyes at their sarcastic comments.
    “You should get some ice on that,” Rose said as a small bump began to swell on his temple.
    “Okay.” He followed her across the sand, but as they neared the deck, he caught her hand and led her to the left of the house and along the grassy bank toward the road.
    “What are you doing?”
    He winked. “The ice was a ruse to smuggle you away before you realized how shallow I am and how deep and meaningful all the other guys are.”
    She tried to ignore his flirtatious manner. “You really should put some ice on the bump.”
    He waved his hand. “I’ve had far more serious knocks than this.” Holding her gaze, he gave her a mischievous smile. “Hello.”
    Now her cheeks were growing hot. “Hi.”
    “I’m Hamish.” He held out his hand.
    She shook it. “I’m Rose.”
    “Yeah, I know.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I know everything about you, Rose Nicholls. Well, that’s a lie. I know the important stuff. You’re a schoolteacher at a local high school, you’re twenty-six, and you’re single.” He grinned.
    Her back stiffened. “And how do you know that?”
    “Bev told me.”
    Rose’s face burned. “Oh, for goodness’ sake...”
    “It’s not her fault. I badgered her for details about you. I saw a photo of the two of you in her house, and, well, I was lost.”
    This was unreal. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. Not to Rose, anyway. “Don’t tease me,” she said nervously. “I don’t like it.”
    His mischievous look turned to curiosity. “I’m not teasing. And I’m not coming on to you.” He thought for a moment. “Well, I am. What I mean is, I don’t stalk girls as a general rule. I just want to get to know you.”
    He offered her his arm, a strangely formal gesture. “Come for a walk with me.”
    He’s a military man. You know what that means. Best not to start something you don’t want to stop.
    But then he smiled at her, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the edges, and she gave a small sigh. “Okay.” She rested her hand in the crook of his arm, and they strolled along the road.
    “Tell me about yourself,” he said. “I know you’re a teacher. What do you teach?”
    She told him about the high school and her love of literature, surprised when he expressed a similar interest in many authors she liked.
    “There’s nothing like losing yourself in a good book,” he said. “I’m a voracious reader, of anything from Dickens to Ted Hughes to John Grisham.”
    “And you told me you were shallow.”
    “Ah, that doesn’t mean I understand it all. The way English teachers talk of metaphors and stanzas goes right over my head.”
    She laughed, beginning to relax. They’d slipped into a casual banter she found enjoyable. “I think you’re very good at being self-deprecating.