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treasured their time together even now that she and her brother were grown and had places of their own.
“You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden,” Gray mentioned as they reached the point where the Gulf and Intracoastal Waterway came together at the tip of the key.
“Sorry, I was remembering some of the times my family spent together during summers when I was little. We did simple things, nothing glamorous like sailing to the Bahamas—but we had fun, packing up ourselves, the dog, and the cat, and going camping for a week whenever Dad had time off from work.”
He grinned. “That sounds like fun. Not that I didn’t enjoy sailing and fishing with Dad—until he died when I was still in high school. I still miss the times we had together, just the two of us. One summer he and Mother took me to Europe. I must have been eleven or twelve then, too young to get the most out of visiting castles and museums, and resentful as hell because the trip interfered with me playing in my Little League all-star game.”
Andi turned to him and met his gaze. “I’ve never even thought about going abroad. Maybe someday . . . if I can afford the time and money to see all I’d like to see in one trip. Still, I don’t think I missed anything vital. I’ve toured castles on the Internet, not to mention looking up ancient artifacts and seeing videos of famous cities.”
“You’ve probably seen more of Europe than I remember.” He took a close look at her face and brushed her cheek with a fingertip. “You’ve also seen more of the sun than you should have, with your fair skin. We’d better head back to the condo.”
“Oh no. I put on sunscreen before we left.” At least, Andi figured, her long-sleeved cover-up should prevent a full-body lobster effect. “I’m not as sun sensitive as most redheads, so I should be okay as long as we get out of the direct sun.”
“Here, put on my baseball cap. It ought to give you a little protection.” He sounded worried as they headed back toward his place.
Andi was worried too, but not as much about being sunburned as she was about falling too hard for Gray. I’ve got to remember this is just a weekend fling, nothing more, she told herself, but she was afraid no warning she could give herself would keep her from feeling a whole lot more for him than just the desire she couldn’t resist.
Chapter Eight
Showering off sand and sunscreen, Gray missed Andi, who was using the guest room to clean up for the evening. They could have showered together—but for reasons he couldn’t define, he wanted this weekend to be more about getting to know her, less about nonstop sex.
Not that he had anything against sex, especially sex with Andi. She was the most giving, most naturally sexy woman he’d ever made love with. Just thinking about her had him hard and ready, but he wasn’t doing anything about it now. Not until he’d taken her out for a real, God-honest date.
Before getting in the shower, Gray had called his high school buddy, Sam Kramer, and arranged to meet him and Marcy at a trendy seafood restaurant and nightclub on nearby Madeira Beach. Good thing Sam wasn’t on call tonight—because Gray wanted to show off Andi to a couple she already knew, if only in a professional sense.
He didn’t consider what he and Andi were doing was casual—or a weekend fling, as she seemed to think. If it were, he’d order dinner to be delivered from one of the very good restaurants right here within walking distance. And he’d take Andi straight to bed and keep her there until the setting sun started rising again in the morning.
It was too soon to be certain, but Gray had a feeling he’d met the woman of his dreams, and he didn’t want to make it look as if he was primarily out to get laid as many times as possible before he had to board that plane.
The assignment he’d angled to get to avoid his mother’s constant interference now seemed like an unwanted burden—and the reason for his
“You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden,” Gray mentioned as they reached the point where the Gulf and Intracoastal Waterway came together at the tip of the key.
“Sorry, I was remembering some of the times my family spent together during summers when I was little. We did simple things, nothing glamorous like sailing to the Bahamas—but we had fun, packing up ourselves, the dog, and the cat, and going camping for a week whenever Dad had time off from work.”
He grinned. “That sounds like fun. Not that I didn’t enjoy sailing and fishing with Dad—until he died when I was still in high school. I still miss the times we had together, just the two of us. One summer he and Mother took me to Europe. I must have been eleven or twelve then, too young to get the most out of visiting castles and museums, and resentful as hell because the trip interfered with me playing in my Little League all-star game.”
Andi turned to him and met his gaze. “I’ve never even thought about going abroad. Maybe someday . . . if I can afford the time and money to see all I’d like to see in one trip. Still, I don’t think I missed anything vital. I’ve toured castles on the Internet, not to mention looking up ancient artifacts and seeing videos of famous cities.”
“You’ve probably seen more of Europe than I remember.” He took a close look at her face and brushed her cheek with a fingertip. “You’ve also seen more of the sun than you should have, with your fair skin. We’d better head back to the condo.”
“Oh no. I put on sunscreen before we left.” At least, Andi figured, her long-sleeved cover-up should prevent a full-body lobster effect. “I’m not as sun sensitive as most redheads, so I should be okay as long as we get out of the direct sun.”
“Here, put on my baseball cap. It ought to give you a little protection.” He sounded worried as they headed back toward his place.
Andi was worried too, but not as much about being sunburned as she was about falling too hard for Gray. I’ve got to remember this is just a weekend fling, nothing more, she told herself, but she was afraid no warning she could give herself would keep her from feeling a whole lot more for him than just the desire she couldn’t resist.
Chapter Eight
Showering off sand and sunscreen, Gray missed Andi, who was using the guest room to clean up for the evening. They could have showered together—but for reasons he couldn’t define, he wanted this weekend to be more about getting to know her, less about nonstop sex.
Not that he had anything against sex, especially sex with Andi. She was the most giving, most naturally sexy woman he’d ever made love with. Just thinking about her had him hard and ready, but he wasn’t doing anything about it now. Not until he’d taken her out for a real, God-honest date.
Before getting in the shower, Gray had called his high school buddy, Sam Kramer, and arranged to meet him and Marcy at a trendy seafood restaurant and nightclub on nearby Madeira Beach. Good thing Sam wasn’t on call tonight—because Gray wanted to show off Andi to a couple she already knew, if only in a professional sense.
He didn’t consider what he and Andi were doing was casual—or a weekend fling, as she seemed to think. If it were, he’d order dinner to be delivered from one of the very good restaurants right here within walking distance. And he’d take Andi straight to bed and keep her there until the setting sun started rising again in the morning.
It was too soon to be certain, but Gray had a feeling he’d met the woman of his dreams, and he didn’t want to make it look as if he was primarily out to get laid as many times as possible before he had to board that plane.
The assignment he’d angled to get to avoid his mother’s constant interference now seemed like an unwanted burden—and the reason for his
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