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last time he’d ever have such a good excuse. He deepened their kiss, gently claiming the soft sweetness of her mouth with his tongue, carefully holding back, careful not to overpower her, all the while wishing with quiet desperation that he could indeed be some kind of ruthless Don Juan, uncaring of little besides his own selfish needs.
    Kayla was trembling when he released her, and to his surprise, he saw a reflection of his own guilty pleasure in her eyes.
    It was better than seeing fear and revulsion, but not by much.
    He glanced over at the customs official. The man was watching them with unabashed interest, and Cal smiled and gave him a slow wink as he let his hands stray over the soft curve of Kayla’s rear end, pulling her closer one more time.
    The man winked back and stamped the passports, waving them away from the uniformed men and women handling the more detailed body searches and toward the airport door.
    Arm in arm they headed toward the taxi stand, one small step closer to finding Liam.

          6          
    Kayla went into Cal’s hotel room through the balcony. “These rooms are enormous. They must’ve given us two of their royal suites. I guess despite their advertising campaign, the tourist trade is still way down these days. This entire hotel is only a quarter full.”
    Cal was standing in the middle of the opulent room, and he turned to face her as she came in.
    “We need to rent a car,” she said briskly, thinking aloud, “and go up into the m—”
    “The first thing we need to do,” Cal interrupted, “is try out that big old king-sized bed over there on the other side of the room.”
    Kayla took an involuntary step backward as he moved toward her, an unmistakable glint in his eye. “But—”
    He tossed his cowboy hat onto the desk and pulled his T-shirt over his head. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone for weeks,” he said.
    Weeks? But he’d known her only a matter of days.
Hours
.
    He tossed his shirt so that it draped over the top of the television. He moved even closer to her, and this time Kayla couldn’t move, mesmerized by the sight of his smooth, tanned skin. She was unable to block the memory of the night he’d saved her from the storm—the night he’d kissed her and she’d run her hands across the muscular expanse of his back and…
    “And now that your daddy’s not around to stop us…” he said, looking hard into her eyes.
    Instantly, she knew that Cal hadn’t gone stark raving mad. For some reason, he was playing along with the story she’d given the customs official at the airport. But why? They were alone in the room.
    Or were they?
    He glanced toward the desk, and following his gaze, she saw that he’d taken a writing pad out from the drawer. It lay on top, the words “Room bugged—video camera built into TV set” written clearly in his big, bold handwriting.
    They were being watched. How had he known to look for a camera?
    Cal put his arms around her waist, pulling her close, pressing her hips against his, bending down to catch her lips in a kiss that made her blood pound through her veins. It was a kiss that meant business, and her arms went up around him as if of their own accord. His bare skin was as satiny smooth as she remembered.
    He tugged her own shirt free from her shorts, his callused fingers rough against her skin as he kissed her again. It was a kiss meant to look passionate, but his lips were gentle, his mouth impossibly sweet. It was a kiss meant to convince the people watching through the camera lens that had been cleverly hidden in the ornate façade of the big television. And it
would
convince them that she and Cal had only one thing on their minds—it very nearly had Kayla herself convinced.
    And as for Cal…She could feel how much he was holding back. But she could also feel his arousal. She could taste his need.
    She felt his hands travel up her back, underneath her shirt, felt his fingers touch the back strap of