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like dorky TV shows and Viking tales, but she’d refused to glamour up for their Palm Beach crowd. Yet, after persistent peer pressure, she’d finally succumbed.
    Now she projected a sleek and sophisticated image, just like the models she hired. But underneath it all lurked the child who feared she didn’t measure up. She hid that insecurity under a veneer of polish but yearned to really be herself.
    Turning toward the rear, she strode down the aisle. The business jet her father had chartered held seats for up to twelve people. Four singles were located up front, each by a window, with one pair of seats facing the other. Further along, two double seats faced each other over a table with inset cup holders. A wood credenza took up space on the opposite wall.
    She passed a partition toward an aft section with a divan facing two more single seats. The galley was beyond, with maple cabinets and stainless steel appliances.
    It must have cost her father a mint to charter this plane, she thought with an inward wince. No worries. He’d write it off as a business expense. Anyway, there wouldn’t have been time to wait for the company jet.
    She opened several drawers in succession and pulled out a couple of trays. Paz sauntered over to stand in the doorway. Her peripheral vision caught his mouth curving up at the view of her derriere. Heat flooded her veins. He made her lose her cool without any effort on his part.
    She could imagine how her parents would react if she brought him home. Why, the man had the audacity to kiss her when they’d only just met! Remembering how his lips felt on hers made warmth coil in her belly.
    She kept her back to him, acutely aware of his proximity. After placing the trays on the counter, she chose a selection of snacks. She didn’t realize he'd come closer until his hot breath seared her neck.
    “Are you going to tell me about this job you hired me to do?” He spoke in a low, husky tone that played her nerve endings like music.
    “I will, but only after you tell me what you know about my watch. Does this symbol mean something significant?” She’d tried to find someone who could interpret the inscription, but no one in her circles had the requisite knowledge.
    “It means a great deal. To prove what I’m about to tell you, however, I have to kiss you again.”
    Before she could say no, his hands found her hips, and her nerves jumped as warmth penetrated her clothing from his touch. Her body responded instantly, and she dropped the bag of chips in her grasp. Intending to brush him off, she turned toward him instead.
    His piercing gaze captured hers. Whatever he saw in her eyes made his expression brighten. His head descended, and he claimed her lips. An undeniable craving for more melted her resistance.
    He tilted her chin and varied his slant. Unable to stop herself, she parted her mouth, allowing his tongue access as though he’d breached her mental gates. Her defenses crumpled further when she sniffed his sea-heightened scent and felt the rough scrape of his bristle-roughened jaw.
    Fiery bolts shot through to her core like Cupid’s arrows as the universe shrunk to encompass them alone. Mist swirled around the outer edges of her consciousness, folding her in its embrace.
    She’d known it was dangerous bringing him on board, but oh my. A vision of him naked popped into her head, and the thought of his being aroused on her account made her throw caution to the winds. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing him close as she relished the feel of his hard body against hers.
    A buffet of turbulence jolted her back to reality. What was she doing? Heat crept up her skin as she stepped away.
    “I told you not to do that again. I’ll retract my offer of a job if you keep hitting on me.” The engine whine surged as the jet lifted. She gripped the counter to steady herself.
    He didn’t budge, his cobalt eyes narrowing. “The prophecy says we must be together. It may not be what either of us