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dunes isn’t on my holiday agenda.”
    “Holiday agenda? Holidays don’t have agendas.” She sits forward and whispers, “Holidays are for fun.”
    “Oh, I intend to have fun, all right,” I say in a low voice. Shit, I can’t help myself, can I?
    Sky laughs. Not a coy giggle, a downright laugh. “Not with me you don’t, Dylan Morgan. Not unless you want to roll down sand dunes or build sandcastles.”
    She smirks. Sky knew exactly what I meant and again failed to react, as she should. Is it the hair? I rub my head. “You’re leaving tomorrow anyway, remember?” I retort.
    Sky’s mouth turns down. “Yeah. Right.”
    “Unless…”
    “What?”
    Don’t go there, Dylan. You know what’ll happen. “Nothing. And why do you say my name like that?”
    “Dylan Morgan? Because you said it like that to me.” She straightens. “‘I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Dylan. Dylan Morgan’,” she mimics in a deep voice then collapses in giggles again.
    I want to be pissed off that she’s teasing me but I fucking love it because she one hundred percent doesn’t give a shit about who or what I am. “Very funny, summer Sky.”
    “Summer Sky. Very clever, like I haven’t heard that before.” She pouts at me. “I’m not a summer Sky; I’m a winter Sky.”
    “Frosty?”
    Sky scowls. “No! Because my birthday is in November!”
    I bite my lip, amused at her reaction. “Well, I think you’re more of a summer Sky.”
    “How?”
    “Your hair is sun-coloured and you brightened my shit day.”
    Sky snorts. “Right. Smooth.”
    “Smooth? Fuck, Sky, if I wanted to be smooth you’d know about it.”
    “Don’t swear at me!”
    I shake my head. She doesn’t do swearing. Miss Frosty is Miss Uptight, all right. “Apologies, Sky.”
    She sinks back against the sofa and studies me through bleary eyes. “Smooth or not, it won’t work. And don’t even think about touching me! I can defend myself!”
    “I don’t doubt that.”
    “I mean it! I trained in self-defence. And I can bite. Hard.”
    “I’d probably like that,” I say with another smile.
    “You like people biting you?” she says, face pulling into confusion. “Why would you like…”
    I arch an eyebrow.
    “Oh, my God! Why the hell would someone want to bite…?” Sky trails off and she stares at my arms. Does she realise she just ran her tongue along her bottom lip? “Fair enough.”
    Every time. Every single fucking time things twist around to this. I can’t do it; I can’t look at any woman without imagining her naked, wondering how she’d be in bed, what she’d do. Why the hell can’t I stop myself gauging Sky as a potential conquest and just talk to her? I’m a fucking joke.
    “I’m not going to touch you, Sky. I don’t need to force myself on women.”
    “Why? Do you have them throwing themselves at you?”
    “What do you think?”
    Sky sets her glass on the table. “I think…” She pauses, and I prepare for the drunken bluntness. “I have a lot of things I think about you but you might not like them.”
    “Such as? I’m sure I can take it.”
    “Such as, I think you’re a good-looking guy who knows how to use that to get his own way. Am I right?”
    “Yeah, I normally get my own way.”
    “Then, I reckon you need to spend time with people who put you in your place.”
    “Like you?”
    Sky gulps more wine. “No, I don’t think we’d get on. I don’t reckon you know how to deal with women unless you’re smouldering at them with those big blue eyes until they’re helplessly overwhelmed by your presence.” She sets her glass on the low coffee table. “I don’t think you’d know how to cope with a woman like me.”
    Does this ‘woman like her’ understand she’s throwing down the gauntlet, that Dylan Morgan, lead singer of Blue Phoenix could ever meet a woman he couldn’t cope with? Yet, the Dylan Morgan who walked through the door into his past today wants to move away from him. Maybe Sky would be a good