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could be an interesting diversion, as long as he didn’t allow himself to fall under her spell again.
    “I’m sure that you’re right that I should be scared. But maybe I’m more foolish than frightened. For right now, I’ll settle for what you’re offering.”
    “The weekend?”
    She nodded.
    He reached for the bottle of wine and topped off her glass. “Eat up. Your dinner is getting cold.”
    She picked up her fork, and he did the same.
    “This really is good,” she said.
    He took a bite. “Agreed.” He wasn’t talking about the food.
    In silence, they ate for a few minutes.
    “I like it best with the blue cheese butter,” she said.
    “I prefer it with a squeeze of lemon.”
    She took one more bite then pushed her plate aside. The waiter appeared a few minutes later.
    “Key lime pie for dessert?” he asked.
    Sarah shook her head.
    “Coffee?” Reece offered.
    “I’m done.”
    “Bill it to my room, please,” he told the waiter.
    “Certainly, sir.”
    As soon as they were alone, he stood and pulled back her chair.
    Taking her hand, he said, “Come with me.”
    “Not upstairs?”
    “Not yet.”
    He led her down a path toward the ocean.
    “Moonlight stroll?”
    “Among other things.”
    In the dimness, he saw her eyebrows draw together.
    The resort had done an artful job with using shrubbery to make the path clear. There was enough lighting to be safe, but not enough to ruin the Caribbean ambiance.
    Only one other couple was on the private beach, and he guided her away from them.
    The resort loomed in the distance, providing a point of reference. Clouds drifted in front of the moon, casting shadows before moving on.
    He led her close to the ocean, where the sand was damp, packed, easier to walk on.
    “Now what?” she asked when he pulled her to a stop.
    “Naked.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “I want you naked.”
    “Here?”
    He waited.
    She glanced around. Then she worried her lower lip. “You’re serious?”
    “If I help you undress, there will be a penalty.”
    “Will I like it?”
    He remembered her teasing him like that in the past. Sometimes she’d opt to pay the price. Other times, she just wanted to know what her options were. When he spoke more harshly, she obeyed, even if it was slowly, reluctantly. “Do you like that dress?”
    “I’ll take that as a no,” she said.
    She kicked off her sandals. Then she pulled her dress over her head.
    He took it from her, then said, “The bra, too.”
    “I was afraid of that.”
    He stood there while she removed it. “I may keep you like that for the whole weekend.”
    She opened her mouth but closed it without saying anything.
    “Into the ocean.”
    “You remembered.”
    “I told you earlier,” he said. “I remember every single word you say to me.” He took off his jacket and spread it on the sand while she waded into the water, then he placed her dress and bra on top.
    “Come on!” she called.
    Reece stripped, dropping his clothes on top of hers.
    She was already waist deep when he headed toward her.
    When he was close, she splashed him. “Are you a strong swimmer?” he asked, dragging his hair back from his forehead.
    “Awful,” she insisted, slowly backing away.
    “That’s unfortunate.” He stalked her.
    She laughed, moving backwards. “No. Really. I’m a terrible swimmer.”
    Concentrating on her, he didn’t reply.
    “Reece?” She crossed her arms in front of her.
    He dove beneath the water and came up behind her. After catching her up in his arms, he turned, then tossed her into the water.
    Seconds later, she came up sputtering.
    “You’re wet, Sarah.”
    She wiped her hair back from her face. Then, shocking him, she dove beneath the water and swam strongly toward him. He momentarily lost sight of her, but then felt something against the back of his legs.
    He pitched forward as his knees buckled.
    “Don’t underestimate the power of revenge,” she told him when he regained his footing.
    She’d used the