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against his naked, rock hard chest.
    “Wrap your arms around me,” he instructed. He pressed her tightly against wet six- pack abs as he waded toward the shore. “You forgot that there’s a sandbar here. The water’s only waist high.” He planted Maddy on the dock. “Wait here. Don’t move or I’ll just come get you again.”
    He waded back to retrieve the wayward canoe and floating paddle. Sunlight danced on Dylan’s bronzed skin as he tossed the paddle onto the dock and pushed the canoe toward the bank. 
    Covered with clinging water droplets, his chest gleamed when he lifted the canoe completely out of the water. He flipped the canoe upside-down onto the grassy lawn. “Please get my shoes and shirt. They’re on the ground by your feet.”
    For her sanity’s sake, she wished he would cover up.
    Dylan raised his dark eyebrows and laughed harshly, as if he’d read her mind. “What? Don’t like what you see? You’re lucky I didn’t strip off my shorts. Then you’d really get an eyeful.”
    Mortified, she held his clothes in front of her like a shield.
    Dylan started walking toward the house, leaving her behind. “Come on, Maddy. Stop behaving like some teenage virgin and return to the kitchen. I could use some dry clothes, and we’re not finished talking.”
    “I think we were.” She planted her feet, finding that backbone he’d alluded to earlier. “We have nothing left to say. I’m leaving.”
    His voice contained a deadly undercurrent. “Maddy, I’ll just come after you again. Do both us a favor. Go into the kitchen and wait for me.”
    Given the fact that he did have a speedboat, Maddy followed him. “Smart girl,” he called.
    He disappeared upstairs and her hands shook as she refreshed her cup of coffee. From the window above the sink she could see Summerhaven and she pictured Dylan watching her canoe over. Then she visualized the condo units one developer had proposed building and shivered.
    “It’s a great view,” he whispered in her ear.
    “It is,” she said jumping. She turned from the window, only to gaze right at a tight white t-shirt that enhanced his tanned skin. The frayed blue jean cut offs he’d donned highlighted muscular legs. He pushed his damp hair off his forehead and gestured to the table. “Shall we?” This time his thigh didn’t touch hers when they sat.
    “So, where were we?” He leaned over and reached out with his left hand, invading her space. With one flick of his wrist, he removed the elastic band holding up her hair, sending the blond waves rippling to her shoulders. He smiled, immensely satisfied with his invasive action. “There. Much better. Now I remember. We were talking about a loan.”
    “You’ve already told me you won’t help.” Agitated he’d taken such liberty, her fingers began to straighten the freed strands. “I heard enough of the word no yesterday to know it’s not worth wasting my time, especially when time is something I don’t have. So if you don’t mind, I’ll leave now.” She stood.
    His eyes narrowed. “Stop being childish. Sit. Please.”
    She folded her arms and sat with a thump.
    “First, let’s clear something up. You are never a waste of my time. As for the mortgage, I mentioned needing a good reason. What’s in it for me? You wanted to negotiate with the top, which means providing proper collateral or motivation for the parties involved.”
    “I’m a teacher. Forgive me for not knowing how businessmen negotiate,” she snapped. “I offered you collateral. The note on Summerhaven, which you already said you have. But really, all you can do is force me to sell and pay you the value of the mortgage. It’s worth much more. I’ll offer you that. Besides, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, all my grandfather’s land?”
    Dylan pushed his coffee mug to the side. “Let’s get another thing clear. I had better things to do than play games with a bitter old man.”
    “Really? Then why did you?” Anger at