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splashing. She couldn’t imagine what was happening.
    "Now, boy, now, boy. Good boy. Good fella."
    A man was pulling a goat into the sea. He had a big scrubbing brush and was scrubbing the goat’s behind. The goat was making a vigorous attempt to escape, leaping and tugging on the rope.
    He lifted the goat up by one leg and dunked the animal into the waves. There were furious protests from the goat but the grizzled-haired owner was determined to get the animal clean.
    "Drat it, boy. You’s getting me as wet as a bath tub. Give over. You’s nearly done."
    Kira laughed at the spectacle and made a note not to swim at Goat Bay as she would call it. "You’ve got a reluctant bathing beauty there," she said.
    "It’s like this every time. You’d think he’d know I ain’t gonna hurt him. Just cussed awkward."
    By now she was not alone on the beach as she turned back. Jogging had reached the Caribbean. Figures were running along the water’s edge. Several young men came in sight, swarthy chests gleaming, towelling sweatbands round their foreheads, slim hips in bright running shorts. It was very Western.
    One of the joggers wheeled on a heel, spurting up sand, slowed down to a trot beside Kira. She took no notice of him, hoping to shake him off.
    "Good morning. You’re up early, Kira. Did you find it too hot to sleep? It does take some getting used to."
    Kira felt dizzy with a weakness that flooded through her at the sound of his voice. She had not expected to see him again so soon. He was one of the cut-off jeans, rag-band pack of joggers, his tanned skin so dark that she had mistaken him for a local. Sweat was trickling down his chest to a slim waist.
    "Mr Earl, what a surprise. Yes, it is hot."
    She felt the colour rising in her face as she tore her eyes away from his body. No man had ever aroused such basic sensations in her before. She had hardly ever thought of Bruce as having a male body she wanted to touch . . . she had only dreamed of his handsome face, his charm, her own love for him.
    "Please call me Giles."
    He was looking at Kira as intently as he had at the airport. She wished her one-piece swimsuit was not so high-cut on the thighs and not so low-cut at the back. It had seemed modest enough in the store, but now it revealed too much bare flesh for her liking. Her skin was ivory and the scar on her leg was raw and ugly. She felt a flash of anger and humiliation that he should be looking at her so intimately.
    "Don’t look at my leg," she breathed. "I’m not a freak show."
    "I haven’t got as far as your legs," said Giles. "I’m still absorbing your face. I could spend at least another week looking into your eyes."
    She gasped at his nerve and swung away. But he caught hold of her arm and turned her back to face him.
    There was the merest twinkle in the electric blue of his eyes which went a small way to calming her jangling nerves.
    "Your eyes are quite the most beautiful green I have ever seen," he went on. "Is it very wrong to say that?"
    "Hazel," she corrected. "They’re hazel."
    "This morning I assure you they are green with golden flecks, luminous and shining. And your lashes are so dark and long. My sister Lace would be consumed with envy if she saw them. She wears false things, sticks them on with glue with a few other false bits and pieces, I’m sure."
    "Good for her," said Kira. "Fortunately women don’t have to ask permission to wear false eyelashes or any other bits and pieces, as you put it. Or is it different in Barbados? Is there still male dominance here?"
    He threw back his head and laughed, showing strong and even teeth, startlingly white against his tanned face.
    Kira attempted to hurry ahead but it wasn’t going to happen. Cramp attacked her leg, making her hop and hobble. She screwed up her face with pain.
    "Damned bike," she groaned.
    "Kira, what’s the matter? Is your leg hurting? What have you done to it? Have you got cramp?"
    "Damned leg. I’m so angry," she muttered, clutching