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walked away, picking his way carefully up the sliding sands on the face of the dune. 
    “Thanks for the offer, but I can drive myself over,” she said to Justin.
    “That doesn’t make any sense,” he said. “Why go in separate cars when we’re going the same way?”
    Suzanne clenched her teeth. He was quite right of course. The only reason not to carpool was if she was anxious to avoid him. Which felt like a cowardly reaction, not quite appropriate to the confident and assertive woman she was trying to portray even as she felt so uncertain.
    The confident and assertive woman she really was under normal circumstances. But this felt far from normal. And she didn’t want to come straight out and admit that was her reason for running off to a separate car: he knocked her so off kilter she couldn’t even manage to be herself. Instead she was this wild woman intent on mentally stripping him and putting his masculine assets to good use to-
    Oh God, she was doing it again.
    “What?” he asked her with that charismatic grin which invited one to smile along with him, and she realised she was glaring grimly at him with her mouth pursed.
    “I’d better get my diving gear.” She turned away to scoop her few belongings into her tote.
    “I need mine too. Is your place on the way to Fitzroy? We can drop in and then just keep on going from there.”
    “Great. Lovely.”
    With a fluid motion that spoke of competent muscles, he came to his feet then reached out to snag her beach umbrella. He collapsed it with ease and slung it loosely into the crook of one arm, holding out his other hand to take her bag.
    “No thanks. I can manage,” she said, following Kyle’s footsteps up the dune. Almost immediately she wished she had let Justin go first as she realised he was following closely behind her bikini-clad bottom and bare legs. She imagined him checking her out as she had just looked him over several minutes before, and felt hot and self-conscious.
    At least she knew she looked great in this streamlined bikini swimsuit, long and lean and well-muscled. Not that she was trying to impress him, or anything. But it was nice to know.
    Once they reached the carpark she stopped, expecting him to point her to one of the dusty old rattle-traps there. Her ute fit right into the crowd, battered and a bit rusty.
    “Actually I’m just a little further along here,” he said, taking the lead down the dirt footpath that ran past the houses on the beach, along the side of the road between the small pohutakawa trees.
    As she fell in behind him her gaze dropped immediately, irresistibly to the firm cheeks of his gorgeous backside, pressing against the thin material of his ragged board shorts. Again she surprised herself with her desire to touch him, feel that tight, sweeping curve under her fingertips.
    Was this just because he was so good-looking? Surely she had met other handsome men in the past several years? The sort of men who strutted down the beach or into the pub on a Saturday, drawing female stares and appreciative whispers and giggles, knowing themselves for the fine physical specimens they were. But then she never connected with any of them, not meeting their gaze, fading into the background. They weren’t even really people to her. Just representations of her own foolish susceptibility. Something to be ignored and avoided. But Justin was not so accommodating.
    She looked down at the ground instead of at that enticing behind, watching her own jauntily painted toenails under their coating of sand, putting the dusty grass and red pohutukawa needles behind her.
    A few houses along he stopped in front of a large, modern house that was tall enough to command a view in both directions. It was obviously architecturally designed to make a subtle statement of affluence, but tastefully. Although she personally preferred something with a bit more history for a home, this one was quite impressive.
    When he turned she raised her eyebrows and