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want?”
    “Anything that mooed in a previous life.”
    Carissa laughed, perusing the list as Jett grabbed his shower bag from his suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom.
    She ordered the largest steaks on the menu for both of them, added baked sweet potatoes and grilled asparagus, then decided to splurge, requesting Tiramisu for dessert and a bottle of red wine at the last minute.
    She giggled as she listened to Jett singing “Layla” loudly in the shower, then she ventured out onto the balcony. Night was in full bloom, the moon shining so brightly, its reflection on the water almost gave the appearance of day. It was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
    “Quite a view.”
    She turned at the sound of Jett’s voice and realized she’d been mistaken about that most beautiful sight. Jett beat the view hands down. He was shirtless, dressed only in jeans that hung low on his hips. His dark hair was wet. He hadn’t bothered to shave again, so his jaw was covered with a five o’clock shadow that she longed to rub her cheek against. Then her hormones kicked in and she reconsidered—wishing she could feel that roughness on the skin of her inner thighs.
    Her silence prompted Jett to take his gaze away from the scenery. He studied her face with a knowing grin.
    Shit. The cocky man would have a field day if he realized how much he was turning her on. She searched for some smartass cut-down; some way to put them back in familiar territory, but no words came.
    She was saved by a knock on the door. Hallelujah for room service.
    A waiter delivered their food, setting it out on the table as Jett pulled on a clean t-shirt and complimented her for her choices. After the waiter left, they claimed their seats. Carissa’s stomach growled and Jett laughed.
    “It’s been hours since those lame burritos at lunch.” He picked up his fork. “I’m starving too.”
    They chatted as they ate, their conversation mixed with a continual chorus of “Oh my God, this is good” and “Can you believe this place is real?”
    Once they finished eating, Jett stood and looked around the room. Carissa noticed when his gaze fell on the bed. Before they left, the idea of the two of them claiming opposite ends of the large mattress had felt a lot simpler. Faced with the reality they’d be sharing the bed and her sudden, unfamiliar attraction to Jett, Carissa realized the bed wasn’t as big as she thought.
    She felt Jett’s attention turn to her and she wondered if he was struggling with the fallout from those kisses in the plane as well. Carissa didn’t doubt he’d been sincere about trying to distract her…at first. But there was no denying that distraction had morphed to desire pretty damn quick.
    “Tell you what,” Jett said, breaking a silence that had gone on a few beats too long. “I’m going to take a walk around the castle, do a little reconnaissance work to see what our options are in terms of recreation. Why don’t you get a shower and hit the sheets?”
    He was giving her a chance to escape, to fall asleep without him in the bed. She wasn’t as grateful for the kindness as she should be.
    “Sounds good.”
    Jett headed for the door. “Don’t wait up. I spotted the bar on our way to the room. I might check out the action there.”
    She nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you in the morning then.” She waved as the door closed behind him. And she missed him about three seconds after his departure.
    She tried to shake some sense into herself, then blamed her temporary insanity on the Bermuda Triangle. Clearly there was something weird in the air on this island that was clouding her usual crystal-clear judgment.
    She lifted her suitcase to the luggage rack, digging for her own bathroom bag. Her gaze landed on the outfit she’d packed to wear to the dungeon.
    Suddenly exhaustion was replaced by adrenaline.
    Grinning, she considered the next few hours. Jett had said he would be gone for a little while, which left her some time