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She was…sexy. It wasn’t that she’d never thought of herself that way. She had. Just not with Colt waiting in the other room. Taking a deep breath, she headed out.
    The sun had begun to sink as they’d come into the bungalow. Now it was almost completely down, just the rim of gray, gold and pink at the edge of the world brushing the room with a soft, romantic glow.
    Colt’s eyes were bright as they slowly perused her body, taking in every inch of her. Her skin tingled and tightened. Lena shifted, trying to find some way to relieve the pressure that was mounting inside her.
    His intensity was unnerving. She’d never seen this side of him. Lena wanted to back away, to pretend that none of this was happening. Instead, she found her feet moving slowly toward him, as if drawn by a gravitational pull she couldn’t see, but definitely felt.
    Thank God Marcy broke the spell by clearing her throat. Embarrassment at forgetting they weren’t alone flamed up Lena’s face and body.
    “Mikhail, what do you think?”
    The photographer joined them in the middle of the room. He looked over at Lena for several seconds. “Lena, what do you think of being on the bed, with Colt in the background?” The other man was warming to the vision only he could see.
    “With her almost blurry and slightly romantic?” Colt asked.
    And apparently Colt saw the same thing. Gone was the devouring expression from moments before, replaced by a studied gaze as he contemplated what the lens would see. It had been a very long time since Lena had watched him work.
    During college, his camera had been like an extension of his hand, always present and subject to being pulled out at a moment’s notice. Walks around the city had turned into photojournalism sessions. Heck, on occasion that lens had even turned on her. She wondered if he’d kept any of the photographs of her from years ago.
    “Exactly.” The two men walked off for several paces, their heads bent together as they talked about shutter speed, light and exposure—things Lena didn’t fully understand. With nothing better to do, she climbed up onto the mattress.
    She felt like a fool, stretched out across the cream silk sheets, which were not the standard Escape issue. Considering the price this bungalow rented for, they should be.
    “So, what’s the story?” Marcy leaned against one of the posts at the foot of the bed, her eyes friendly and curious.
    “What do you mean?”
    Lena shifted, using the pretense of arranging her legs and the silk gown to avoid looking into Marcy’s eyes.
    “There’s more going on with you two than meets the eye.”
    “I told you, we’re old friends.”
    “Please. I’ve spent the last two years managing a resort that specializes in selling sex—tasteful and romantic sex but sex nonetheless. I know chemistry when I see it. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you when you walked out here. And the minute you stepped through that door he was the first thing you wanted to see.”
    Lena’s eyes were drawn across the room to Colt. She couldn’t help herself even though it was a dead giveaway.
    “It’s…complicated.”
    “Isn’t everything?” Marcy asked. “He is beautiful,” she added, her eyes cataloguing Colt in a purely academic way.
    Lena was used to women staring at Colt, calculating whether he was available and if she was competition. There was absolutely no interest in Marcy’s gaze.
    “Athletic, with enough little-boy charm and mischief to make him approachable,” Marcy analyzed. She leveled a pointed look at Lena.
    “He moves around a lot. No roots. Anything we start would be short-lived and when it was over our friendship would never be the same.”
    “That’s assuming it ends.”
    “It would. Colt doesn’t form attachments.”
    “Except to you.”
    “I told you, we’re just friends,” Lena protested.
    “Isn’t friendship an attachment?”
    “It isn’t the same.”
    “But it’s something. More than he’s had with anyone else,