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into its naturally curly pageboy, but who cared? Nobody would see her except Morgan, and the truth was, he probably wouldn’t care if she wore a bag over her head.
    She finally looked up, but Morgan wasn’t watching, more’s the pity. Sometimes. She used to wonder if he had a sexual bone in his body, but he’d actually referred to the possibility yesterday, which gave her hope.
    Well, actually, she knew he had one sexual bone in his body. She’d noticed it when she woke up, before he stopped doing push-ups and turned away from her to reveal his gorgeous back, almost as amazing as his golden chest and perfect pecs. But every man got a morning boner. She’d like to see him with an afternoon boner. Or one that popped up just because she walked into the room.
    When she went back upstairs, Morgan went down to the shower, and as soon as she heard the kitchen door slam, she went looking for the window that overlooked the shower.
    She stood as far back as she could to watch him without him seeing her. Naughty thing. Oh my. She’d slept, literally—un-freaking-fortunately—with a hunky god with a bod to die for. Small waist with a line of golden hair arrowing from his belly button to one mighty fine specimen of bone hood. She put her hand over her mouth. His balls were black and blue. She’d think they must hurt, except that he washed his boner with vigor, which made her doubt his suffering, though he looked as if he suffered.
    Destiny fanned herself, she got so hot, but he stopped, damn it, slam it, before fulfilling her fantasy, and when he turned his back on her, both arms on the wall, head beneath the shower, and she saw his tight butt, she squeaked.
    He turned around and looked up.
    She took a quick step back.
    She’d never seen such a perfectly beautiful man butt. She hadn’t expected to see a butt cheek tattoo, either. Hidden depths there. Slam it, he moved. Whoa, a tattoo on his thigh as well, a larger one, more colorful, though Destiny couldn’t make out either design.
    He turned off the water.
    What? He was done? Sweet shivering man flesh, that was fast. She hadn’t started to dress yet. “Yikes!” Destiny sprinted to the bedroom and threw on her clothes so fast, she got whiplash from setting a new record.
    Of course, skipping her underwear helped.
    By the time she pulled down her red In Your Dreams tee, her face was so warm, she opened the bedroom window and stuck her head out to cool off, so he wouldn’t see the evidence of her peeping tomfoolery coloring her cheeks.
    “What the Hades are you doing?” he asked.
    “Drying my hair,” she called back, tossing her hair in the fresh sea breeze.
    “Nice view,” he said.
    “You’re right. Great view of the ocean from here.”
    “I meant the view from here.”
    “Huh?” She pulled her head back in so fast, she smacked it on the window sash. “Ouch.” She rubbed her sore head. “My backside? You admired my backside?”
    “You’re pleased, though you’re trying not to show it,” he said. “You don’t mind if I ogle you? Scratch that. You like that I ogle you.” His perception caught her unaware and radiated through her in a series of ripples that turned to delicious shivers in sensitive and unexpected places.
    “Nice shirt,” he said. “And it’s correct. You did make an appearance in my dreams last night.”
    They stood staring, eating each other up with their gazes, until Morgan grabbed his sneakers. “I dreamed that you were trying to drown me. I’m going for a run. Don’t wait up.”
    “Wait up? It’s six in the morning, three freaking hours after we went to bed. I should go back to sleep is what I should do.”
    “Go for it.”
    She’d rather have him in the bed beside her, but he wasn’t ready to hear that. What was with him? One minute he’s interested, the next, not?
    When she got downstairs, Horace, the lighthouse keeper, stood leaning against the front door, arms crossed, as if waiting for her.
    “I’m going for a