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eat.”
    The server laughed, seeming surprised to find someone so down-to-earth in this place of wealth, then helped him load up a tray with two overloaded containers as well as juice and coffee. Picking his way over the beach without dumping it all was a challenge, but he made it, wincing as he used his elbow to knock on the door.
    He heard a muffled groan and an unintelligible mix of sounds that may have been words, then a thump and heels hitting the floor too hard.
    “Are you okay?” he called through the door. “It’s just me, Mike.”
    “Oh crap,” he heard through the door, then, “Jesus, look at that.”
    Finally, she opened the door and Mike had to grin at her. One side of her hair was wet as if she’d just tried to smooth it down with a splash of water, while the other remained pushed up from sleep. She was wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the words, Book Nerd, and a pair of sleeping capris covered in martini glasses.
    She was adorable. When he stepped up into the cottage and past her, he breathed in the scent of sleeping woman and almost dropped the tray. Just think of baseball, just baseball, he thought, clenching his jaw.
    “Good morning,” he said, smiling at her and trying not to stare at the points of her full breasts where they pressed up against the thin t-shirt fabric.
    She raised her head as she sniffed and eyed the tray. “Do I smell bacon there or are you just happy to see me?”
    He laughed, which made her give him a sleepy smile. “Oh yes, there is a ridiculous amount of bacon on here. Coffee?”
    As he slid the tray onto her table, she dropped down onto the couch with one leg curled beneath her and looked out the window. “Holy moly. That’s gorgeous.”
    He followed her gaze and saw that same brilliantly sparkling water of before, only the morning light made it even more vivid, the blue almost a new color that couldn’t be called truly blue anymore. Intense, inviting. Sort of like the woman curled on the couch.
    He handed her one of the cups of coffee, then said, “I saw you took it light and sweet, so I hope I did it alright.”
    She sipped the hot liquid then sighed, her eyes closing and her neck bared for him. It was too much this early in the morning. He wanted to look away, but found that he couldn’t. His lips could already feel the skin there, his tongue already taste her.
    “It’s perfect. Thank you,” she said, smiling at him. Her eyes and lips were still puffy from sleep, giving her that look like she’d just rolled over in bed to wish him a good morning in just the right way. He wanted to see that. Very much.
    Clearing his throat and thinking he might need another pillow in his lap, he opened the containers and said, “A hearty breakfast, madam. What’s your poison?”
    She glanced into the containers and then grinned, “All of the above.”
    “Exactly my thoughts,” he said, then handed her a container and a fork. “Dig in.”
    Aside from a few moans over the crispness of the bacon or the surprise of pineapple jam—a new taste for both of them—they said little as they ate. He was starving and thought the outdoor air might have something to do with that. She seemed to feel it too.
    As they both sipped their coffee, the ruins of their breakfast on the table beside them, she said, “You’re up early. What’s on the agenda? Did you have something in mind?”
    Oh, he did, but that wasn’t an agenda he was allowed to make at the moment. He couldn’t help the thoughts that ran through his head though. She must have sensed it because she looked away, her face flushing. She wiggled her toes on the couch and added, “Something outdoors might be fun again. I’ve been stuck inside for years it seems.”
    Pushing aside the urge to brush his fingers against her breasts—so close, no more than an arm’s reach away—he said, “Well, there’s that trail we talked about. Also, they can charter us a boat if you’re feeling boat-ish again. Also snorkeling at that