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He’s still there. Kay diligently avoided eye contact—not that she could even make out the stranger’s eyes by moonlight from thirty yards away. She’d assumed she’d have the beach to herself on this brisk Tuesday night in late May. Didn’t everyone else have a life? The wet sand at the water’s edge was smooth and frigid under her bare toes—her sandals dangled from her fingers. The crisp, salt-scented breeze billowed her calf-length skirt and open cotton blazer, and whipped strands of pale blonde hair across her face. She planted her feet as the next icy wave surged ashore, leaving her toes buried in sand. After two more waves, only the insteps showed. A flash of silver drew her eye down the beach. Not silver, she saw now, but a white dress shirt being balled up and tossed to the sand. The shirt belonging to the stranger she mustn’t make eye contact with because you never know. He wasn’t looking her way, so she watched him. She watched him pull off his black shoes and socks. She watched him unzip his dark slacks and step out of them. She watched him drop his briefs and kick them away. Her head snapped forward. That’s why you never make eye contact! Because you never know! Because the most normal-looking man can turn out to be some nut job who thinks nothing of stripping in front of a strange woman and—and— She sneaked a peek. And running into the ocean full-tilt.

She raised her fist to knock as the door swung open. She jumped. “My two-o’clock, I presume.” Konrad Drummond jerked his head, wordlessly ordering her inside. “Uh, yes, I—” “Take off your clothes.” He stalked back inside, ignoring her proffered hand. “Toss ‘em anywhere.

What do you want?” he asked. I want. I want. She knew how to answer I should. I must. The occasional I need. Kay Denehy had never been an I want kind of girl. But she wanted now. The wanting squirmed over her skin from her scalp to her toes. It gathered heavily in her breasts and between her legs. “I’m scared,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “I know. You don’t do this kind of thing.” She shook her head. “But you will now. With me.