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feeling so sorry for herself last night that she’d allowed a total stranger to play with her body, then rationalized it by thinking it was a fantasy?
    Son of a bitch! Ducky. Isn’t that what Kate said his name was? And what exactly had she said about him this morning? Just that he was a friend of Mark’s and that she could call him to keep her company. Shit. When she got her hands on the jerk she’d throttle him.
    “If I could, I’d pat him on the back,” Charles said with a laugh. “Because of him my balls weren’t blue at the end of chapter five.”
    “Screw you, Charles,” Michelle retorted. “Ducky didn’t write that, I did. You should be thanking me, not him.”
    “Yes but he stimulated your mood,” Charles said. “Lighten up. And if he comes back, lie down and let him—”
    Michelle screamed. “Keep out of it.”
    Charles chuckled and Michelle pulled the laptop closer to her. She began to pound out the love scene, hitting the keys so hard she wondered if she’d break one of them off.
    When both Charles and Hannah were panting with pleasure, Michelle saved the file and closed down the computer.
    She ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled loudly.
    “Last night you were naked. I’d hoped I would find you that way again.”
    Sebastian was standing by the edge of the trees, wearing a pair of dark pants and an open white shirt—the same thing he’d been wearing last night. His hair hung down past his hips and she studied it, knowing most women would kill for a head of hair like that. By the look on his face, Michelle knew he was wondering how to handle the situation.
    “Is this a big joke to you? Let’s break in the new girl by sneaking up on her and pretending to be something you’re not?”
    “I pretended nothing,” he said, his voice a soft caress. “In truth I thought you a mirage, or a new part of the curse.”
    “Last night I was beautiful and now I’m part of a curse? You bastard. Get the fuck out of here, now!”
    Michelle pointed toward the trees, but Sebastian stood rooted to the ground.
    “No one would ever think you a curse, little one. In truth I’d hoped you would be here so I could bury myself inside your tight little quim.”
    “You can forget the quim talk, buster. You’re Ducky, Mark’s friend. Did he call you? Is this his idea of a joke? I know Kate would never do this no matter how much she thinks I need to get screwed. Just wait until I get my hands on Mark.”
    Sebastian’s face clouded with confusion. “I don’t know of a Ducky. And I’ve never talked with Mark, or Kate, or anyone else at the house.”
    “Really? Well, I can tell you’re not a mute. What’s the problem? They think you’re a jerk just like I do?”
    Anger replaced confusion. “If by jerk you mean rude and arrogant, then yes, others have thought that of me in the past. But in truth, I don’t know what others think of me in this day and time. You’re the first person I’ve spoken with in years. One hundred and eighty six of them, to be exact.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    Anger mixed with fear flowed through Michelle’s veins. Sebastian took a step toward her and she backed up, putting the table between them. “I take it back. You’re not a jerk. You’re a lunatic. Insane. Please, just go away.”
    The first rays of sunlight hit the beach and a look of intense sorrow crossed Sebastian’s face. Michelle felt a pull on her heart. He was nuts, but he was in obvious distress. And she didn’t think he was dangerous. He hadn’t hurt her yesterday. On the contrary, he’d given her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.
    His grief pushed away her anger. Something was wrong here. Very wrong. “Is there someone I could call? A friend, relative?” The local psychiatric hospital?
    “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. Please. It’s been so long.” Sebastian’s voice was low.
    Michelle moved back around the table and took a few tentative steps toward him. A look of utter joy