to wish her curves were spooned against his back. He didn’t need a woman cuddling him through this. He had to face it alone.
He had come to a decision among the seared hills and unforgiving water. He wasn’t a boy any longer and his grandfather would no longer be his master. He would buy back his former home, if only to have somewhere to go when his grandfather made good on his promise to cut him off.
The decision eased the turmoil in him, put a fire in his belly. Put him in a conquering mood as he eyed the woman who moved with such unconscious grace. Her loose hair swung as she set the plate of triangular pastries on the low table next to the lounger. Her peach-colored shorts hugged her perfect ass and her breasts moved freely under her sleeveless pink top. The tails of the shirt were knotted above her navel, exposing a strip of skin he instantly wanted to touch. Taste.
He wanted her, wanted to lose himself in her. He wanted to imprint himself on her as if he could imprint himself on this island with the action. As if he could become the man he should have been by conquering her.
While she wanted to stroke his hair and say, “There, there.”
He moved to the sink in the wet bar and washed his hands, shaking them dry as he said, “Quit feeling sorry for me.”
She blinked. “I don’t.”
“What are you out here for, then?”
“I thought you might be hungry.”
“I am.” He advanced on her, watching her eyes widen. “But not for food.” A small lie. He was starving and broke after using the wages he had been given last Friday to pay her back for the stitches. “No appetite for charity, either.”
* * *
Calli scented danger, but held her ground.
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