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honey golden. She tugged her skirt up her thighs and danced into the calm surf, her laughter infectious. He wanted to join her, but he didn’t have the luxury of being able to pull his jeans up. If Mitch weren’t waiting, he wouldn’t let a little thing like soaked clothes get in the way.
    The light breeze teased her hair, pulling strands from the neat twist that framed her face setting off her smile. Had he ever actually seen Cass Pendleton smile? he wondered fleetingly. His heart quickened a beat or two when she hiked her skirt up too high, revealing blue lace, cheek-hugging panties. Oh, for God’s sake, this was Cassandra-fucking-Pendleton, who was too short, too curvy, and way too mouthy for his taste. But she had a nice ass.
    He stifled a groan, reminding himself he wanted Cass because she was the woman least likely to try and get in his bed, and here he was thinking about her ass and wondering if that cleavage she claimed not to have was actually hers or some miracle bra giving her a boost.
    “Hey, Pepper, we have to go,” he shouted over the sound of the water and the wind and her laughter. “Mitch already ordered drinks.”
    “What happened to meeting in an hour?” She trudged into the sand and scooped up her discarded sandals and slipped them on, oblivious to the sand clinging to her legs.
    “He’s early.” He shrugged, Mitch Abrams had a tendency to run early, that’s why Jaime liked doing business with him. “I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
    “Sure.” Her face twisted into a pained expression.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “The sand is itchy, and I can’t get it off.”
    “Just wait until we get to the sidewalk, trying to get it all off while standing in it is futile.”
    Once they reached the sidewalk, she began swiping at the fine grains but with little success. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Here, give me a leg.”
    The look she gave him told him she’d rather be fed to the gators, but she kicked off her sandal and offered her leg to him. Jaime bent on his knee and starting sweeping sand from her knee down. He hadn’t expected her skin to be so soft or smooth that he would want to explore higher. “Mmm, there ya go. Best I can do. The rest will fall off after it’s dry. At least it better, because I don’t want any of it in my car.”
    “How magnanimous of you, my lord and master.”
    “I like the sound of that. I give you permission to call me either ‘Lord’ or ‘Master.’ Master Ironman has a great ring to it.”
    “Did anyone ever tell you that your ego is so huge you suck all the life out of them?”
    “You. All day long. And frankly, Pepper, it’s getting old.”
    “Stop calling me Pepper.”
    “When you start calling me Lord Ironman.” He took her arm, tucked it into the crook of his elbow, and led her down the street. She was steaming and didn’t seem to notice his touch.
    “You really are an asshole, and here I thought I was being unkind in my assessment of your character, but no … I was right.” She shook her arm free and walked into the restaurant without another word to him.
    Jaime suppressed the urge to throttle her. Though he was sure he’d be acquitted of her death, due to the fact that she was as annoying as shit. However, he was pretty sure his career wouldn’t survive the scandal, so he tucked his hands into his pockets until the urge passed.
    The hostess smiled at him; her pretty blue eyes licking him all over restored his faith in womankind. “Hey there, sweetheart, I have a reservation.”
    “I know, Mr. Dalton. Mr. Abrams is waiting; follow me.”
    “Anywhere, sweetheart. Just lead the way.”
    He laughed when Cass mouthed the word pathetic before she followed the hostess into the restaurant and thankfully proceeded to ignore him as much as possible the rest of the evening.

Chapter Six
    Apparently, “crack of dawn” meant more like somewhere around noon for Jaime. At least that’s when Cass finally heard him calling her name from somewhere in the