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having met a mysterious man at a destination wedding who would sweep her off her feet and into a new life.
    Instead, this was the man her sister had finagled into wooing her for the weekend, a man who had no real interest in her. After three days her name would stir nothing more than indigestion, so she’d better keep that in the forefront of her brain.
    A game. She was just playing a game.
    Sometimes her ability to fling herself into her fantasies just made her want to roll her eyes.
    She turned into the wind. Her hair lashed her cheeksin the salty air, and although she huddled in her ski jacket—she didn’t care that she looked like a frumpy Minnesotan—her bare legs had turned to blocks of ice. Her sister had better be happy to see her after all this.
    Luke sat across from her, outlined by the moonlight as the boat motored through waves toward the sprinkling of yacht lights in the distance.
    Admittedly, he’d won this round. Not only had she taken his proffered arm, but she’d had no words to rebuff him, because he had gone to the trouble of getting her to her sister’s dinner party.
    As if he might be a bona fide gentleman.
    â€œWhy did she leave you a note and not me?” she shouted above the sound of the motor.
    â€œMaybe she did. You were in a big hurry to get to your room.” He grinned.
    She yanked a thick chunk of hair from where it had lodged in her mouth.
    â€œYou look nice tonight, by the way.” Luke’s voice lifted above the motor’s roar, and she glanced at him. He nodded too enthusiastically, like her response to his invitation had gone to his head.
    Not a date. Not a date. “You, too.”
    The lights began to take form, and as the yacht came into view, Scarlett had to admit that international modeling must pay pretty well. The yacht resembled a small cruise ship, with three brightly lit decks rising from the sea to an observation deck…and was that a helicopter? Talk about overkill. But Bridgett never did anything in a small way.
    No wonder Duncan fell so easily for her—no, that wasn’t fair. Duncan happened to be a great guy, a man of faith and principles. He wasn’t marrying her sister for her money.
    Or her beauty.
    But was she marrying him because he was some safe rebound after her race-car driving or soccer-playing boy friends?
    Scarlett glanced at Luke, suddenly glad that she didn’t have to walk into dinner alone.
    Coward.
    Oh, yes. She even found a smile for Luke as the boat eased up to the stern of the yacht where they could disembark onto the deck. The motorboat seemed a toy next to the hulking ship. Two deckhands—bull-size men with the look of the sea about them—held the boat as Luke stepped out. He pulled her up behind him.
    â€œHere we go,” he whispered as he helped her up the steps onto the aft deck.
    A little too much help, if anyone asked her, but she let him keep his hand on the small of her back anyway, just because the bigger of the two men stopped them, holding a metal detector.
    And in his waistband…was that a gun? She glanced at Luke. To her surprise, he held up his hands.
    Then the deckhand stepped forward and wanded him. Luke just let him, as if this might be something he expected.
    Then the man stepped over to her and motioned for her to remove her jacket.
    â€œWhat is this?” She backed away but Luke shook his head ever so slightly.
    What on earth?
    She glared at the man as Luke helped her slip off her jacket, then stood back as the man ran the wand over her, too. C’mon, it wasn’t as though she could hide anything in a dress with spaghetti straps. The whole process made her feel dirty.
    And even a little betrayed by Luke, who settled the jacket back over her shoulders and reached for her hand. But how pitiful had she become that she practically leaped when he offered it? Yes, she was a coward.
    He pulled her close and curled her against him. “I know I don’t