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miniature golf. Though it got to the point where even he must have been wondering how it was so easy to trick me. After the mercy killing excuse, he stared at me for a few moments, waiting for me to crack.
    When I didn’t, he picked up his ball and said, “I’m tired of this. Not challenging enough. Hot tub?”
    “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
    “Do you want to meet me at a solarium hot tub in a half-hour? We can soak our troubles away. Do you have troubles, Kate?”
    “You might say that.” I retrieved my ball and placed both it and my club in the receptacle near the gold course entrance. “I’d be happy to join you.”
    “Excellent. See you then.” He hurried off without another word in the direction of the bar.
    And I hopped, skipped, and jumped back to my cabin to get changed. This was going even better than I had hoped.

    Once I was in my bikini, I made my way to the solarium where the whirlpools were located.
    I held a sarong tightly around my body as I navigated the large, steamy hot tub area. I looked for Sam in the hot tub farthest away from the rest of the crowd. And there he was, lounging in the Jacuzzi with a six-inch Cuban cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth.
    And there was Max.
    Max wasn’t smoking a cigar, and when he saw me, he didn’t have the same look of welcome that I could already see springing onto Sam’s face.
    “Hi, guys,” I said throatily. “Is there room for one more?”
    Sam gave a hearty laugh. “We’d always make room for you, sweet cheeks.”
    Max didn’t say a word.
    I quickly untied my sarong and let it float down to the wooden deck. With both men’s eyes following me, I stepped down into the hot tub. And gasped.
    “What the hell! What’s the temperature of this thing?”
    Sam shrugged. “I turned it up.”
    I hopped up and down on one foot, feeling like I was in one of those horror movies where the cruel stepmother forces the young heroine to bathe in scalding water as punishment for getting her period. Now that I was closer to Max, I could see the sweat beading on his brow. Well, that was one reason for his bad mood.
    Sam puffed on his cigar, a heap of ashes floating down onto the surface of the water. “Sit down, crab cake. There’s nothing like a hot woman in a hot tub.”
    Max made a grumbling sound in the back of his throat.
    I glared at him, hoping he didn’t think that would pass for conversation. Then again, he wasn’t my problem. I only had one reason for being in that hot tub.
    I rested my arms above the water, across the top of the Jacuzzi, and allowed my breasts to rise up above the bubbles. “This is nice. Thanks for the invitation, Sam.”
    “No. Thank you .”
    I glanced at Max. “And are you having a good time, as well?”
    “Couldn’t be better.”
    I quickly turned back to Sam. “That’s quite the cigar you’re smoking. I’ve never seen one so big.”
    He smiled. “I’ve never seen a bikini like that. It’s like retro, right? I like it.”
    “I have one in my room that’s even more retro.” Yeah, like as in my mother could have worn it. I scooted closer to him. “Maybe I’ll wear it tomorrow.”
    “Sounds like a date.”
    I heard Max make another odd sound, but this time I refused to look at him.
    “Sam,” I said, lightly grazing his shoulder with my fingertips. “Are you sure you’re allowed to smoke in here?”
    He stretched his long legs out, knees disappearing under the water. “Rules are made for peasants. Right, Max?”
    Max stared at him, looking more than a little annoyed. “Don’t forget the serfs.”
    I did my best seductive laugh while leaning toward Sam, giving him a bird’s eye view of my breasts. “Mind if I have a puff?”
    “Please do.” Sam’s eyes narrowed as he pointed the wet tip of his cigar toward my mouth.
    I took the cigar between two fingers, licked my lips, and took a slow drag. “Spicy.”
    Sam licked his own lips. “You like that, don’t you?”
    I nodded. “Nothing like a