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thoughts were correct, Fritz had planned
her lodging too!
    “Let
me see your itinerary.”
    She
sighed, and her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t have it...and I don’t feel very
good.” 
    Rafe
frowned. The lady was more tired than drunk. She wouldn’t stay awake another
fifteen minutes. “Where is it, then?”
    She waved
her hand in the air. “Oh, in my purse back there...somewhere.”
    Rafe
shifted his gaze to coach, realizing Candy’s purse was still by her seat. “I’ll
be right back.”
      He
marched back to seat 30A and felt his anger rising. Mr. Viking seemed to be
rifling through Candy’s purse.
    Something
inside Rafe snapped, and he pressed his face up against the man’s shoulder.
“You looking for something, buddy?”
    “Thought
she might have an antacid or something,” the Viking stuttered. “My stomach’s
upset.”
    Rafe
took the man by the collar, lowering his voice. “I’ll give you something to be
upset about. You take your filthy hands out of that purse and hand it to me
like we were old friends. When we get off at Nassau, I don’t want to see your
face again. Understand?”
    The
man’s face turned cherry red, and he nodded grimly as he handed Rafe the purse.
“But you don’t fool me, Doctor ,” he said just as Rafe turned to leave.
    Rafe
spun around, dismissing the few people in the surrounding seats who were listening
intently to the conversation. “What did you say?”
    “I
said, you don’t fool me. You’re more than a doctor to that woman. Why, if I
didn’t know better, I’d say you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
    Rafe
glared at the man, suppressing the urge to sock the guy in the face. But the
fact was, the man was right. Rafe was attracted to that little spitfire in
first class more than he ever wanted to be, and at the moment, there wasn’t a single
thing he could do about it. He just hoped his father hadn’t done what he
thought he did and set Candy up at his place.
    The
attendant came hurrying up the aisle, asking if anything was wrong. Rafe didn’t
want to get thrown off the plane and sent to jail for taking a punch at the guy.
But he was sorely tempted. He couldn’t prove the man had been going through
Candy’s purse, but he told the attendant to keep an eye on Mr. Viking man.
    When
Rafe returned to first class, he heard Candy snoring. He smiled, then
immediately frowned when he took in her slender legs. Nurse Richards was fast
asleep and too darn pretty for his own good.
    Regretting
what he had to do, he fished through her purse until he found what he needed,
her itinerary, which included where she was staying.
    “For
crying out loud,” he hissed. His father had booked Candy Richards at one of
Rafe’s cottages located on the beach.
    Fritz
Clearbrook was a dead man! 
    “Shhh,”
came the reprimand from the drunk woman beside him. “You’re going to wake
everyone.”
    Rafe
dropped his gaze to Nurse Richards. Two doe brown eyes clung to his, and he
felt his control slipping fast.
    “No
one is sleeping but you. Go back to sleep.”
    “How
can I go back to sleep when you’re rummaging through my purse like a mouse
looking for cheese?”
    Rafe
regarded the smile in her eyes and laughed. “You, Nurse Richards, are going to
be the death of me.”
    “Call
me, Candy,” she said with a velvet edge to her voice.
    Rafe
stretched his neck, feeling a bit warm.
    “All
right, and you can call me Rafe.”
    Rafe,”
she said softly, closing her eyes. “That’s a nice name.
    Rafe
decided he needed to sit a seat away from her, because if he kept staring at
those ruby red lips, he would kiss her, asleep or not. And if he did that, he
would never hear the end of it.
    But
before he had a chance to move, she spoke. “Rafe?” Her voice was a husky whisper,
tugging at his heart.
    Rafe
froze at the hand that crawled up his chest. Her finger caressed his cheek. He
cleared his throat, unable to think coherently. “Y-yes?”
    “Rafe?”
    One
of those delicate brows