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forgotten. Until now. “What did you say to Stella on the plane?” he asked with casual indifference.
    “Stella?”
    “The flight attendant. I asked her to meet me for drinks tonight. She said yes, but when I got back to my seat she changed her mind.”
    Maddie tapped the spoon against her lips. “Yes, I seem to recall a conversation. She asked me why we were traveling to Makana Island.”
    “And?”
    “I told her it was…confidential.”
    “My interview with a billionaire and your article on resorts isn’t confidential. I know I’m going to regret this. What else did you tell her?” He reached over and slid her dessert to his end of the table. “Speak.”
    “When I told her it was confidential, she assumed I was talking about the island’s legend.”
    “Legend?”
    “Apparently, there’s a blend of passion flower tea rumored to have healing powers.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “It can help men who, you know, can’t perform…”
    “You told her I was impotent?” His voice cranked up a notch. He gritted his teeth as heads turned toward their table.
    She managed to retrieve her dessert. “I said Stella assumed. I didn’t have time to straighten her out.” She pretended to look concerned, but her shoulders shook. No doubt a poor attempt to control her laughter.
    “Don’t hold back on my account, sweetheart.”
    “Wouldn’t I love to hear you say that under different circumstances.” She adopted a contrite expression. “I’m sorry.” She threw her head back in laughter, her ivory throat pulsing, white straight teeth flashing.
    “Sure you are.” Her infectious laugh gave him no choice but to grin, even though she punctured his male pride.
    “I am.”
    He folded his arms and made an effort to look firm. “Liar.”
    “I’m sorry you didn’t see her face. Poor Stella. She looked like she got zapped with a stun gun.”
    He shook his head and popped a strawberry into this mouth. “Did you have any friends growing up?”
    “Well, um…did you… I mean, did you really have plans with Stella?” She sobered from laughter and a quick flash of disappointment crossed her face. Although he wasn’t sure if it was disappointment or another poor attempt at looking contrite for the stunt she’d pulled.
    “Just planned to meet for a drink.” He wanted to tell her that she’d thwarted his plans to get laid, but Maddie’s sudden restrained demeanor made him edit his comeback. “No worries.” He winked at her. “Payback’s a bitch.”
    She blew out a breath that sounded like she was relieved and continued enjoying her dessert. Alex picked up a peach from his fruit platter, he touched the texture of the fruit, felt the tiny hairs and soft curves. He looked up and saw Maddie staring at him, as he spread it open slightly and pressed his mouth against the sweet center.
    He locked gazes with her as he took a small bite and rolled a piece of the fruit inside his mouth. Peach juice ran down his thumb, he licked it and returned to the peach’s delectable flesh.
    Steady desire widened across her pretty face the instant he licked the peach. He opened the peach a little further, sunk his teeth on the skin, peeled it back and flicked the tip of his tongue against the peach’s pit.
    She licked her rosy lips and her freckles glistened from the heat.
    The watering in his mouth had nothing to do with the wet, sweet and tangy taste of the peach. Warm sensation trickled down his chest to the inside of his boxers as if he’d gained an extra two pounds between his legs.
    The throbbing matched his rapid heartbeat as he thought about squeezing peach juice in between her fingers, toes and all her other crevices—he’d follow the wet trail and lick and suck the fruit mixed in with her feminine juices.
    He saw a flicker of something on her face he hadn’t seen before—not even when she mentioned her sex boot camp idea—unadulterated desire. Sexy-as-all-hell sensuality. The buttons on his fly