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yourself?”
    “I’m not going to beautify myself. I just want to wash the travel off me and change into something cooler.”
    He eyed her clothing. “Yeah. Don’t blame you.”
    She rolled her lips in. “Gee, thanks.”
    “We can meet at La Terrasse,” Dylan said, and she blinked at his perfect French pronunciation. “Tonight there’s dancing—Tamure.”
    “Tamure?”
    “Tahiti’s national dance. You’ll enjoy it. And since you’re only here for a day you should see some Tahitian culture. Did I mention how insane that is to fly this far for one day?”
    “No, you didn’t.” She hesitated before leaving. “You’ll stay out of trouble for the next hour?”
    “I’m going to call Lexi and Suri back for a quickie,” he said with a shrug. Then he caught her eye. “Kidding! Jesus. I’ll be fine.”
    “And you’ll show up at the restaurant?” She fixed her sternest gaze on him.
    He sighed. “Yes.”
    “Okay. One hour. See you then.”
    She wasn’t sure if she entirely trusted him, but how much trouble could he get into in one hour? Although part of the trust issue was doubting that he’d actually show up. What would keep him from taking off across the island somewhere with his surfing buddies? She bit her lip.
    “Brooke. I said I’ll be there.”
    He held her gaze steadily and her doubts faded somewhat. He seemed sincere. “Okay.”
    She hurried along the wooden deck that linked the thatched bungalows together. It was nearly six o’clock and the sun was setting already, tinting clouds that lined the horizon peach and lavender, turning the lagoon to liquid silver. She spared a glance for the beauty of it, her footsteps slowing as she paused beside a palm tree and let the low fronds frame the sunset. A sigh escaped her. This was a stunning place, and she had the next twenty-some hours to enjoy it. When she wasn’t arguing with Dylan Schell.
    Frack, she’d walked in on him and two other women. How frickin’ embarrassing was that. He hadn’t seemed embarrassed. Oh no, not at all. Probably because he did things like that every day. God.
    She let herself into her room, now dark, and flicked on the light. She hadn’t unpacked a thing, and she quickly unzipped her suitcase and found her toiletry bag. In the bathroom, the shower felt like paradise. She used some of the body wash provided by the hotel, scented with pineapple and papaya and passion fruit, inhaling the sweet fruity fragrance. She washed her hair with similarly scented shampoo, then stood there and let the water from the soaker head pour down over her like rainfall. God, that felt good.
    Strangely she wasn’t as tired as she’d been earlier. Her little match with Dylan had given her a shot of adrenaline or something. After blow drying her hair, she wrapped a towel around her body and strolled into her room to find something to wear. She’d packed more than enough clothes for one day. She actually hadn’t been sure how long she’d be there, depending on how long it took her to track Dylan down and convince him to come back with her. She still wasn’t sure if he was going to be on that plane with her tomorrow night. He’d told her when he said he’d do something, he did it, and it was true, they’d never had any issues with unreliability. He did manage to show up for events that he was supposed to. But even though she’d booked the tickets, he still hadn’t said he’d come home to San Amaro with her.
    She pulled out a sundress which she hoped would be suitable for the restaurant. The resort seemed very casual despite the luxuriousness. She slipped on the bright orange halter-style cotton dress then returned to the bathroom to add a little makeup. She eyed her reflection in the full wall of mirror above the marble vanity. She’d thought she had a nice bit of color after the summer but compared to people there in Tahiti, including Dylan with his bronzed skin, she looked pasty. Whatever. Too much sun was bad for the skin.
    She