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write some new romantic crap and then his mood would improve. After all, this agent was the reason why Colton's career had taken off like it had. Surely the woman could offer up some ideas.
    He just hoped this would be worth the headache, because Jaxson really didn't think he was going to enjoy spending any amount of time with some big-city stuffed-shirt.
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    Angel climbed into her rental car to leave the Pensacola airport with a big smile on her face. A Florida vacation was the last thing she'd considered when she decided to take a break, but when she received Colton's e-mail she simply couldn't resist.
    In her thirty-two years she'd never been to a beach. She'd gone to plenty of rivers and lakes while living in Minnesota, but she'd never been to the ocean. For some reason this just felt like the right thing to do, so here she was ready for white sand, cool water, and relaxation.
    As she followed the directions of the GPS and made her way across the final bridge, she noticed the many boats on the sun-dappled water. There were people dangling from parasails attached to speeding boats, jet skis bouncing over the waves, sailboats gliding over the surface, and sparkling blue water as far as she could see. Various shops and restaurants offered everything from fresh seafood to live music, and bathing-suits to boogie boards.
    She continued on and made her way down toward the homes lining both sides of the road. They were all so unique. Some were on stilts while others were on the ground and they even varied in shape. The rounded homes were built to deflect the winds from tropical storm systems, she was sure, but there was one home that really caught her eye. It was a square building with what appeared to be a UFO perched on top of it, complete with little stuffed aliens peeking out of the oval shaped windows.
    Angel laughed as she continued on to the rental house Colton had sent the keys to. It was a lovely pale pink home on stilts, easily large enough to sleep ten and possibly more if you utilized sofas. She'd felt guilty when Colton wouldn't accept any payment for her staying here. He insisted it was open anyway, and he wanted her to be able to relax and enjoy a break, so she had accepted.
    Making her way through the large living room, she deposited her bags in the master suite and began to explore. She found the bedrooms all had doors leading out onto the wraparound porch, but outside the master suite there was a small spiral staircase leading to a cozy little sundeck. It was the perfect spot to relax and work on your tan.
    Her phone pinged, telling her a message was waiting, and Angel rushed to her purse. It was from Colton, letting her know he was down at the docks with the charter boats. She quickly tapped in that she was just getting settled and would be there in a bit. After several hours of flying and a long layover in Atlanta, she wanted to freshen up and change her clothes before venturing out in the heat again.
    A light yellow sundress and a pair of strappy brown sandals made up her outfit, with her auburn hair secured high on her head in a band. She looked more like a young girl than a successful literary agent. She felt like a young girl…and it was a very nice feeling too.
    When she arrived at the boats, she was amazed to see all of the various businesses. There were dolphin tours, fishing charters, and even boats offering sailing lessons or water skiing. The one she was looking for was a large white boat with a dark blue stripe and The Reel Deal written on the side. It was actually pretty easy to find since there was a very excited group gathered around, taking note of the impressive fish caught on the last trip.
    Angel spotted Colton on the boat and waved. She took a moment to enjoy the picture he presented, shirtless, with his tan skin, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and dark blond hair all wind-blown. Angel knew he had a nice body, but he’d done a fine job of covering it up with sports jackets during