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    She raised her head for a moment and stared up at the sky. Then she abruptly stood, snatched up the towel and sprinted off the deck. Jack wondered if she’d noticed the bank of clouds moving toward them and maybe feared being struck by lightning. If anyone deserved that fate, it would be him, considering his questionable thoughts.
    â€œAhab!” echoed from down below followed by a flurry of footsteps.
    Jack moved from the helm and stood at the top of the three steps leading to the pilothouse. “Up here.”
    Lizzie appeared at the bottom of the landing and stared up at him, the towel wrapped around her and excitement flashing in her blue-green eyes. “I saw a plane flying above us!”
    The best news he’d had in days. “Coast Guard?”
    She frowned. “No. I think it was a private plane.I didn’t stay on the deck long enough to make out too many details.”
    â€œDid you try to flag it down?”
    â€œOf course not. Are you insane?”
    He was getting there. “That would be the logical thing to do.”
    She pushed her hair back from her face. “I was practically naked. I didn’t want anyone to think I’m some sort of exhibitionist.”
    â€œFine time to get modest on me, Dorothy,” he muttered.
    â€œWell…I mean…the pilot could have been an older gentleman. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for giving him a heart attack.”
    Jack was balanced on having a little cardiac flare-up himself with her standing there wearing only a towel—a towel that hit her midthigh. One quick flick where she’d knotted it between her chest and it would drop to the ground at her feet like an anchor.
    She looked contrite. “I’m sorry, Jack. I wasn’t thinking.”
    â€œThat’s okay. They probably would’ve thought you were just being friendly.” He brought his attention back to the view outside the window. “I’m guessing the storm will be on us soon.”
    Lizzie stood on tiptoe and stared in the same direction. “It still looks fairly far in the distance.”
    â€œYeah, for now.”
    He noted the alarm in her eyes when her gaze snapped to his. “Surely someone will rescue us soon.”
    If only he believed that. “Hopefully. In the meantime, I need to secure everything. We probably have a few hours, tops. The storm will probably hit at some point this evening, if not before.”
    â€œI guess we’ll just have to ride it out, huh?”
    Damn her sunny attitude. Damn the images of taking her on another kind of wild ride. “Yeah.”
    She flashed another beaming smile—then flashed him. Parted the towel and gave him a good glimpse of her bare breasts. “The offer still stands if you’d like a nice way to pass the time.”
    The offer wasn’t the only thing still standing. “Dorothy, one of these days your offers are going to get you into trouble.”
    She tucked the towel back into place. “Gee, that’s the kind of trouble that could be mighty fun.”
    She swiveled on her heels and swayed back toward the main salon. Long after she was gone, all Jack saw was Lizzie Matheson. Him and her. Tangled together.
    The boat’s motor might fail to start, but Jack’s motor was running full force.
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    Lizzie washed off with a damp rag and put her clothes back on, all of those she’d had on her person when she’d arrived on Jack’s boat. Obviously she could dance stark naked on deck and Jack wasn’t willing to give an inch—in both a literal and figurative sense.
    When she left the bathroom, she heard the sound of voices. More than one. Had they been rescued?
    Lizzie sprinted up the steps to the deck to find Jack speaking to two men pulled alongside the boat in asmaller craft. One guy sported a scruffy goatee and a dirty white cap; the other man had a severe flattop and looked as if he hadn’t missed a meal a day in his