you?â âYes.â Adam sat on a bench to remove his shoes and socks and roll up the bottom of his pants. She slid off her sandals and set them next to his on the bench. The sand under her bare feet felt wonderful, grainy and textured and a little cold. Then Adam grasped her hand loosely and they started walking down the beach. The only sounds were the roar of the surf and the call of a night bird. It was a Hollywood momentâa couple under a full moon walking along the surf. But in her head Jayne realized that nothing was picture-perfect. Not her, not Adam and not the dreams sheâd had as a girl alone in her room. There was a reason why she had a million to-do lists in her life. And that reason was she had to be in control of everything. Too much of her childhood had been unpredictable. âDo I really leave you cold?â Adam asked. âSometimes. I guess that wasnât very fair. But Iâm not feeling myself.â He tilted his head and looked up at the stars. âI canât give you more.â âWhy not? Powellâs fraternization policy?â âPartly.â She waited. âIâve seen lives destroyed because of lack of control, chère. And I donât want that to happen to you.â âThatâs the second time youâve mentioned destruction. But you donât destroy anything. In fact, you build some of the most luxurious resorts in the world.â He stopped, dropping her hand and facing the ocean. âIâm careful in my personal life. You know that. I pick women who donâtâ¦â âWant more than you give them?â âYes.â âWhy? I canât imagine you grew up thinking youâd just have a string of mistressesâtheyâre easier than wives.â âBut I did.â Suddenly she felt chilled and stepped a little closer to Adam. He sensed her shiver and slipped his dinner jacket off, draping over her shoulders. Then he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to his side. âWhy would you choose that? Itâs such a cold life.â âYou sound like you know something about it.â She shrugged. She wasnât going to tell him her feelings on mistresses. He tugged her into his arms. âThis is a night for romance and I donât want to waste it talking.â He lowered his head, but she pulled back. âIâm not going to be blinded by sex.â âBlinded by sex,â Adam said with a chuckle. âJesus, Jayne, you kill me.â She smiled to herself. But she wanted some answers. âYou were trying to distract me. Why?â âIâm not sure,â he said. He slipped his hand into hers again and tugged her toward the water. âLetâs play.â âOkay, but I still want to know more about your relationships.â âThatâs not a very nice topic to bring up with a new lover.â âBut weâre not really lovers.â âI think we will be.â âMe, too,â she said softly. The waves ran over their feet, cool but not too cold, and they stood there staring at each other. Finally, Adam leaned down and brushed his lips against her cheek. âI saw what cheating and infidelity can do to a family. I vowed to never put anyone in that position.â âYouâre so strong. I donât think youâd ever do that.â âIâm my fatherâs son, Jayne. We havenât been out of New Orleans an entire day and already Iâm contemplating breaking one of the companyâs rules and my own vow to never get involved with a woman who works for me.â He removed his hands from her body and stepped back. She watched him for a long moment and realized that shadows of the past were once again reaching out to darken the future. Sheâd felt it every dayof her life, but never thought about Adam that way. Until now. âI think youâre better than