Tender Stranger

“By tomorrow I’ll probably beg you to,” she said unhappily, studying him with helpless longing. “I’m frighteningly vulnerable with you.”

His eyes went along her body and he felt himself going rigid with desire. “Yes. I’m pretty vulnerable myself.”

She had to force her eyes to stay on his face, and he smiled wickedly, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

He laughed and she rolled over onto her stomach again.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured as he stretched out beside her. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t sweat it.”

She turned her eyes toward his and searched them, and then she smiled. “You’re so handsome,” she whispered helplessly.

“You’re a knockout yourself,” he said. “Flat-chested, hell.” He laughed. “You’re dynamite!”

“Thank you.”

He searched her face appreciatively. “So innocent. J.D. would laugh himself sick at me.”

“J.D.?” she asked curiously.

“An old friend.” He grinned. “Close your eyes and let’s soak up some sun. Later, I’ll take you sight-seeing.” His eyes closed and then opened. “Not to the docks,” he added, and closed them again.

She closed her own eyes with a smile. Miracles, she thought wistfully, did occasionally happen to lonely spinsters. These were going to be the four most beautiful days of her entire life. She wouldn’t take a second of them for granted, starting now.

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