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She nibbled her bottom lip.
    The server returned with their wine. Brooke studied Dylan as the server uncorked and poured the wine.
    “You folks just arrive here?” the young man asked.
    “Yes,” Brooke said.
    “Nah,” Dylan replied.
    The server’s forehead creased but he smiled. “Well, hope you’re not leaving soon.”
    “Why’s that?” Brooke asked.
    “Big storm coming.”
    She blinked. “Oh. Really?”
    “Yeah. They’re saying it should hit tomorrow. Could be a Category One hurricane.”
    “Oh Lord.” She looked at Dylan with wide eyes. “Did you know about this?”
    “No.” He grimaced.
    Oh yeah, apparently he’d been partying too hard to pay attention to the weather.
    “The brunt of it may miss us,” the server said cheerfully, setting the wine into the wine bucket. “It’ll probably hit more north of here, but we’re still going to get some weather.”
    Brooke picked up her wine glass and took a gulp. “What does that mean?”
    Dylan shrugged. “Who knows? If it’s expected to be really bad, they’ll tell us.”
    He was so laid back about it. A freakin’ hurricane? Dear sweet Jesus.
    “Can’t do anything about it,” he said, leaning back in his seat, once more smiling and relaxed. “So who’s paying for this dinner?”
    “Jackson Cole.”
    He grinned. “Great. Maybe I’ll have a lobster tail too.”
    She dipped her chin to look up at him through her eyelashes. “I don’t think they’ll question my expense account for this trip.”
    “Killer,” he said. “We can go into Papeete later and hit some clubs…”
    She held up a hand. “Okay, they might question my expense account.”
    “Darn,” he drawled.
    “Are you ready to order?”
    Brooke looked up at their server with a smile. “I think we are.” She ordered the Asian salad with shrimps, soy bean sprouts and peanut and coriander vinaigrette sauce, and the mahi mahi. Dylan requested the same salad and the sirloin steak. No lobster.
    “Have you ever seen Tamure?” he asked.
    “No.” She shook her head. “I’ve never been to the South Pacific at all. Not even Hawaii.”
    “Oh man.” He gave her a sorrowful look. “Some of the best waves in the world.”
    She smirked. “Not San Amaro?”
    “Well, I do have a soft spot for Breaker Beach.”
    “You did well here.”
    He grinned. “Hella good. I was frothing. The waves here are killer.”
    “I’ve watched videos of you surfing. You’re pretty amazing.” She hated to stroke his already inflated ego, but it was the truth.
    To her surprise he looked a little embarrassed. “Thanks.”
    “You get to travel a lot, don’t you?”
    “Yeah.” Then he actually sighed. “Sometimes it gets kind of old. I mean, it’s fun, and I love surfing, more than anything. Really, I’m lucky I’ve been to some amazing places. Brazil, Portugal, Australia, Brazil.”
    “I’d love to be able to travel more. I spent time in Europe after college, but now I never seem to have the time.”
    He eyed her. “Workaholic?”
    She made a face. “Pretty much, yeah.” She was also a bit of a homebody. She’d missed her hometown and all her friends and family so much when she’d been away at college, all she’d wanted was to go home.
    “So maybe now you’ll tell me what you’ve been up to for the last ten years.”
    She smiled crookedly. “Sure. Why not? We have all night, right?”
    “If you say so, babe.”
    It was like he couldn’t turn it off, couldn’t help that sexy flirting that came so easily. Sadly, she was apparently as susceptible to it as every other beach bunny that hung out with the pro tour. He probably didn’t mean a word of it, but it sure seemed like he did, like he looked at her and found her attractive, like he really did want to…oh God. He made her melt inside. He made her—dammit—like him.
    “After I graduated, I went away to college.”
    “Where?”
    She repressed a smile. “Phoenix. I got my MBA in Marketing. I missed San Amaro a lot, so I came