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just remembered what I need to do.”
    Now what was she talking about? Maddie’s conversations changed directions faster than Nolan Ryan’s pitches. “What’s on your shit-disturbing list now?”
    “I didn’t have time to hit a drugstore before we left and I’m low on supplies. Have to do some shopping later.” She scribbled on the paper. “Let’s see. I need shampoo, shower gel ¾ ”
    “Don’t forget protection.”
    “Thanks for reminding me. Condoms.”
    He drew a quick breath. “I meant sunscreen .”
    “The ones I keep in case of emergency are so old, the real Trojans modeled for the package.”
    “What do you mean the ones you keep ¾ ”
    He clamped his mouth shut as the waiter arrived with their desserts. The server placed a fresh fruit platter and vanilla yogurt in front of him. The fragrance from the platter reminded him of Maddie’s scent. Strawberry with a hint of peach combined with subtle vanilla.
    The server dished Maddie a bowl of caramel sauce and a chocolate-chip ice cream sundae with a cherry on top. The young Hawaiian lingered, adjusting her napkin and cutlery until Alex snapped his napkin to the side and nodded in dismissal. Obviously, Alex wasn’t the only man who’d noticed that even after a long flight Maddie had an irresistible glow.
    She plowed into the sundae with gusto. “Only you would think fruit is dessert.”
    He forked a pineapple chunk. “I prefer clog-free arteries, thank you.”
    “Yeah, well, dessert without chocolate is like sex without the spanking.”
    He ignored her comment and erased that visual from his mind. “How’s your sundae?”
    She slid her full lips along the spoon. “Like an orgasm for the taste buds.”
    He concentrated on his fruit, reminding himself that she was on a mission to yank his chain. “All that chocolate you’ve been eating has finally made you nuts.” He waved his fork at her. “Correction. Nuttier.”
    She held up the bowl of caramel sauce. “Take a walk on the dark side with me.”
    He grimaced as she poured the sweet sauce over her sundae. “That’s like adding insult to injury.”
    The caramel sauce reminded him of golden, aromatic massage oil. He was a sucker for a woman’s naked back, the smooth skin and the sexy curve at the base of a woman’s spine. The rounded dent perfect to pour warm oil and massage her, getting her slick and relaxed, before turning her around and using his palms and fingertips, kneading her curves.
    Maddie added another spoonful of caramel, catching the last drip with her tongue and rolling it along her smooth, pink lips. He thought of her other lips and visualized them as pink and smooth as the ones on her luscious mouth. He imagined massaging each fold with his thumb and forefinger, sliding them up and down her entire length.
    Shit, he had to stop this. He had to conjure up a congregation of old naked nuns to soften this one up . Looking down at his fruit platter, he exhaled a quiet breath. The shrapnel from the erotic explosion in his cranium combined with the tropical setting and her sexy joking around screwed up the flow of blood, draining it from the rational part of his brain directly into his cock.
    “Here.” She held out a spoonful of caramel dripping ice cream and offered it to him. “Have a taste. Trust me. You’ll come back for more.”
    “No, thanks. I don’t want to deprive you of any pleasure.”
    “Ha. I knew you’d come to see things my way ¾ ”
    He held up a hand to silence her. “Don’t go there.” He didn’t want to be on his way to another painful woody.
    Sure, he told himself, most guys would notice Maddie’s attractive qualities, but she was so not his type. His preference had always been for women like Stella, the stacked flight attendant on their plane from New York. Stella possessed the most important attribute he looked for in a bedmate—she was in town for only two nights.
    Thinking of the flight attendant triggered the memory of a plane incident he’d