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her workroom. “Long enough to be reminded all over again how talented you are.”
    She flushed and reached to push a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, streaking her cheek with clay. “Did you need something?”
    “Just to see your studio and to apologize for leaving you to finish breakfast alone.” He moved closer to the sculpture she’d been working on. “Is this the one you were telling me about last night? Overflow ?”
    “No, it’s something new I was trying, but the inspiration came in such a rush this morning that I haven’t even had a chance to look at it yet—”
    Her words fell away as she turned to face the sculpture. She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
    She moved closer to it, her hand outstretched, then stopped as if she was afraid of getting too close.
    Even though it was still rough around the edges, he could easily make out the shape of two hands entwined. It looked like surf breaking over them, with water moving over, under, and beneath the hands without breaking their hold on each other.
    Ryan immediately flashed back to the previous night out on the beach, when he’d reached for her hand and she’d let him hold on to her for a little while.
    “It’s amazing, Vicki.”
    “It’s just rough, raw clay,” she said, but then she was sitting back down on her seat as if her legs had been on the verge of giving out. “Ryan?” She lifted her eyes to his and he couldn’t tell if she was sad or happy. “I—”
    He had to move closer to her, then, to put his hands on her shoulders to try to soothe her if that was what she needed.
    He could feel the ragged breaths shaking her before she said, “I’ve been searching for this for so long.” Without letting go of her shoulders, he shifted so he could see her face better and was rewarded with a gorgeous smile. “It isn’t perfect. I’ll have to take the time to sketch it, to make a much cleaner maquette to see where it isn’t working and where it is. But for the first time since I got here—longer than that, actually, so much longer—I think I might actually have a chance at creating something good.”
    “Not just good, Vicki. Something amazing.”
    She jumped up out of her seat as quickly as she’d dropped into it and threw her arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and enjoyed the sweetness of her curves pressed against him.
    Her face was radiant as she tilted it up to look at him. “I’m glad you came by to share this moment with me.”
    How he managed to fight the urge to kiss her, he’d never know. “Me too.” He looked around at the other pieces in the room. “Looks like you’ve been busy this week.”
    She barely glanced at anything. “Dozens of false starts is all they are. They can all go in the trash now.”
    “You’d better be kidding.” He ran his hand down her back to take her hand, then pulled her over to a shelf with blue sculptures of waves that were so fine and translucent they almost looked like glass. “These are amazing. How can you even make the clay do that?”
    “You know how. You saw me throw plenty of clay against the garage walls that year trying to get it to do what I wanted it to do. I don’t throw nearly as much at walls anymore, thankfully.”
    “Remember that night you tried to teach me to make a bowl?”
    Vicki’s laughter was the best sound in the world. “I’m afraid that even five-year-olds put your pottery-making skills to shame.”
    He’d been a horny fifteen-year-old boy so distracted by her nearness, her scent, her hands over his as she tried to guide him with the clay that, for the first time in his life, he’d been all thumbs. Plus, he hadn’t liked not being good at something right off the bat. It had been easier to give up early than to consider the possibility of failing later.
    “I need to take a little break to clear my head and hands before I get working again.” She lifted his hand, then picked up the other