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- Excerpt-
Wyatt stared at her, but he wasn’t gazing at her face. He
studied her chest. His expression made her forget her fear.
“Man, what a rarity. Are those real?”
Frozen, she gaped at him. South Beach was vested with an
aura of tell-all, as if nude sunbathing equaled a need to be forthright. Did
men from where he hailed speak openly about body parts? She flinched not
knowing what he was referring to until his fingers gingerly picked up the pendants
she wore around her neck.
“Those are beautiful. Are they real?”
“Come again?” She choked back indignation.
His fingers trailed over her skin before he tugged the chain
around her neck. “Some museum pieces? May I?”
An innocent mistake. Of course he wasn’t talking about her
breasts.
“This is antique gold,” he murmured, squinting down at her necklace.
“A stack of stamped coins, one on top of another. A couple
hundred years old, or so I’ve been told.”
Darn, Wyatt had snuck within her physical comfort zone, past
the point where she should have reared back. Marissa had no choice and waited, every
one of her nerves stretched taut. She caught herself admiring his dark chest hair
on display between the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and hastily looked away.
He spoke as if he were talking to himself. “Appears as if
the rubies are embedded from years of being underwater. This is something from
a shipwreck rescue isn’t it?”
The distinct urge to bury her face into
his shoulder held her in a tug-o-war. He raised his face, connecting with her
gaze, expectation of a response in the arch of his brow. There was no way to adequately
describe her necklace. A gift from her mother and a treasure she’d had for
years. Wyatt had a way of unlocking her vault of feelings. The memory had Marissa
coming undone as she furiously blinked back tears. A tide of emotions lodged in
her throat. She stepped back, far enough to make him release her necklace.
“A family heirloom,” she said, facing away from him while
the breeze lapped at her face. She wiped away pooling tears, pretending to fix
strands of her hair floating in the wind.
“Pirate’s booty at some point. Lovely for the setting. I
didn’t know such pieces were available. Your family must have quite a
connection.”
His innocent comment struck her like a whack to her middle.
The truth, he’d have no reason to know, and she had to get ahold of herself.
She glanced back at him, absorbing the heat from his eyes. There was no
denying, each time he came close sparks flew deep inside her. This surge of
uncontrollable excitement raced over her skin and in turn frightened the bejeebers
out of her.
“Nothing of the sort,” she murmured. Again, she was reduced
to a dithering fool in his presence, caught up in the sound of his voice and the
desire for one taste of his mouth.
Wake
up. Wyatt was her client, forbidden fruit, especially
considering her need for complete secrecy. He was dangerous, something she must
avoid, and yet when she returned his gaze, her trepidation did a tap dance off
stage, leaving her avidly aroused.
“Let’s look at the site in front of us. Shall we?” she
asked, throwing up a diversion, time needed to recoup her common sense.
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