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silhouette against the bright light streaming into the house through its front windows and it was almost impossible to make out his features, his eyes or his mouth. He was a shadow, made up of dark shapes; a strong curve of his muscled forearms against the light, wide shoulders and long, long legs.
    Anna plastered a splayed hand to her chest. Droplets of water still decorated her skin and she felt a shiver, cold and then hot and then cold again. She gulped. Blinked twice. ‘For God’s sake,’ she stammered. ‘I thought you were an axe murderer.’
    Joe raised that one eyebrow. ‘In Middle Point?’
    ‘Well.’ Anna pursed her lips. ‘This is the country, you know. All kinds of maniacs could be hiding out down here. You could have chopped my body into a million pieces and thrown me into the ocean to be eaten by sharks. No one would ever know.’
    As Joe strolled towards her, his features came into clear focus. She really wished he hadn’t moved. Now she could see the sparkle in his blue eyes and those little laugh lines around his mouth.
    He chuckled and it lit a fire deep down in her belly. ‘That’s not exactly what I want to do to your body, Anna.’
    She heard the tease in his voice. Saw that sexy grin on his lips and zeroed in on the clear invitation in his eyes. Which was so wrong on so many levels. She wondered again why she’d come to Middle Point when it raised the very real risk of running into Joe. Was she trying to punish herself with the memory of their night together? What had seemed just minutes ago to be a luxurious escape now felt like torture.
    Anna met his eyes. ‘Don’t you believe in knocking?’
    Joe cocked his head to one side. ‘You’re not from around here, are you?’
    ‘Obviously not.’ She gripped the towel tight where it covered her breasts and then felt slightly ridiculous at her own shyness. He’d already seen her naked and she tried not to remember that she’d seen every inch of him naked too.
    ‘So what are you doing here?’
    ‘Admiring the view, obviously,’ Joe replied, his voice as relaxed and cool as the sea breeze. And then he did it again, took two steps closer. She didn’t need to be so close to that dirty blond hair, short, tousled and pushed back off his forehead into a peak. His lips, held together in a playful smirk, were full and lush. His strong jaw was dusted with just the right length of blond holiday growth.
    It was so unfair to be faced with the sight of him. Unfair and humiliating and tempting all over again. Anna let out a frustrated huff. ‘Why don’t people lock their doors? That is so crazy. If you leave the front door open, total strangers could barge right in and—’
    Joe quirked that one eyebrow gain and his lips parted in a grin. ‘Total strangers?’
    Anna sighed. ‘Yes. Total strangers. You don’t know a thing about me.’
    ‘Don’t I?’ He eyed her up and down, slow and sexy.
    Anna shook her head. ‘No, absolutely nothing.’
    ‘You like to dance.’
    ‘Anyone who was at the wedding would know that.’
    ‘You drive like a maniac.’
    ‘People make assumptions just because you drive a red sports car.’
    ‘You purr like a cat when you—’
    Anna held up a hand. ‘Stop it.’
    ‘So maybe not total strangers, Anna.’
    She looked away from his penetrating gaze, wondered what to do to calm her racing pulse.
    When he laughed, it shot higher into heart attack territory. ‘Listen, I’m actually looking for Dan. We’re supposed to be heading up to the pub for breakfast. They do a mean fry-up on a Sunday morning.’
    That had been her plan too. Until about two minutes ago.
    ‘Well, as you can see, he’s not here.’
    Joe chuckled. ‘I wasn’t an investigative journalist for nothing, you know. I didn’t think you’d be wandering around dressed like that if you had company.’
    They stood staring at one another.
    ‘Dan and Lizzie went back to her place last night so I could crash here.’
    ‘Right.’ Joe’s eyes moved down