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chance with Brent. I’m just not sure Kristen deserves to be stuck with him for the rest of her life because of one mistake.” She frowned. “Although, they do deserve each other.”
    “I still can’t believe you were going to marry that buffoon.”
    She took a step toward him. “Stop judging me, Mr. High and Mighty. And anyway, who says buffoon anymore?” When she looked up and met his gaze with her warm eyes, so full of annoyance and caring, the force of the whole night rushed over him in a flood of emotion. Rage and anger and lust assaulted him. And a fierce protectiveness he couldn’t remember feeling since he’d left his humanity behind came with it.
    Her eyes widened at whatever expression crossed his face, but she didn’t look afraid. Her tongue flitted out, wetting her lips.
    Before his good sense could kick in, he crossed the short space between them and closed his mouth over hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he’d moved too fast. Inhumanly fast. But he didn’t care. Her sweet scent filled his nose and swirled around them both. And her soft lips greeted his eagerly.
    She melted into him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. A soft noise escaped her throat and he growled against her lips. She was soft, so soft. Warm, comforting, and passionate. Her hands slid up his chest, leaving fire in their wake, before settling around his neck. She opened her mouth to him, and he slid his tongue against hers.
    He hardened painfully in his jeans and kissed her a bit more forcefully. She moaned and pressed her body closer, writhing against his hardness. A small part of his mind screamed that this was a terrible idea.
    But the rest of him didn’t care.
    Then her mouth was gone from his, and he stared dumbly. Still in his arms, her face was flushed and her mouth slightly open. Her eyes were bright with wonder and she looked so sexy it was all he could do to keep himself from kissing her again. She took a step back, forcing him to loosen his arms around her and release her. His body cried out at the loss, and he fisted his hands at his sides to keep from reaching for her again.
    “I’m going to go take a shower,” she said, finally, breaking the silence and whatever bond that had kept his eyes affixed to her.
    He turned and opened the heavy curtain leading to the balcony. Moonlight lit the outside of the ship, as did the lights from the ship itself. And the ocean was clear and dark. Alone. “Okay.”
    Shuffling noises sounded behind him as she no doubt fished out more of those sweet-smelling toiletries to tantalize him with. Less than a minute later, the bathroom door clicked shut behind her.
    He let out a long breath and opened the door to the balcony. What the hell just happened? Air heavy with humidity and laden with the salt of the ocean surrounded him, and he gazed out over the endless sea, as if it could offer him answers. But its only reply was the sound of waves lapping against the ship.

Chapter Four
    Alice blinked at the dark room and suppressed the urge to hide under the covers for the rest of the day. What a night. She pushed up onto her elbow and looked at the digital clock sitting on the desk across from Noah’s sleeping form. Ten o’clock. They’d be late for brunch.
    Noah’s too-tall body looked awkward on the loveseat’s pullout. The bed couldn’t have been designed for anyone over five and a half feet tall, and Noah stood over six feet. He lay from corner to corner.
    Why hadn’t he taken the bed, for crying out loud? She was only five-three, the pullout would have been perfectly serviceable for her. But no, the man had to be stubborn about it. Just like he was with everything. The idea of ever being agreeable without argument had probably never even occurred to him.
    But sleeping, he looked so peaceful. Quiet. Awake, he carried an energy with him at all times, not violent exactly, but…powerful. Like he expected and was ready for action everywhere he went.
    She