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wounds.
    He hadn’t because it was personal. Also incredibly painful, traumatic and… Well, she didn’t know what all, but it surely had sucked. And it was a safe bet she was staring at one of the events that had stolen Evan’s voice.
    She shouldn’t be here. For a lot of reasons. But first and foremost because all at once she’d developed an intense desire to be the woman who soothed this deep, isolated man through his nightmares.
    Rachel, who was really good at superficial, wanted to find a way to be what he needed. What the hell was she supposed to do with that?

    When the dive boat drew up to the dock after a particularly challenging day of coral restoration, Rachel was pretty much the last person Evan wanted to see. But there she was, lounging against a wooden post, her hair up in a ponytail that should not have been as sexy as it was.
    That alone pissed him off. Coupled with a day that had included a problem with Charlie’s dive equipment that had taken ten years off Evan’s life before it was sorted out, there was way too much Rachel on the dock for comfort.
    The guys said hey to his roommate and shuffled their stuff off the boat with the speed of a sloth on Valium, presumably so they could hear every word of the exchange. Instead of humoring their voyeurism, he strode past her, and as expected, she dogged his steps, ignoring the fact that he was ignoring her.
    “I thought you’d never get back,” she said. “Usually you guys wrap up at three, and it’s nearly four.”
    Thanks for the recap . He had an excellent handle on his schedule and was therefore well aware of the fact that the crimp in Charlie’s tank hose had cost them nearly an hour. Why it mattered to her was the mystery. Which would remain unanswered since all Evan wanted was a shower and a nap and not necessarily in that order. He’d slept like crap last night and fatigue had dogged him all day, made that much worse by the white-knuckle emergency at 250 feet when Charlie had signaled that he couldn’t breathe.
    He’d label the day one big, long nightmare, but in Evan’s world, reality was always worse than anything his imagination could come up with.
    “I was thinking of something simple like baked grouper and asparagus for dinner. Is that okay?” Rachel asked. “You know, assuming the market has both. I guess if they don’t, I’ll come up with something else on the fly. But I don’t know how far Abaco is. Do we have time to get there and back and still—”
    Evan halted, and she crashed into him, which might have hurt without the layer of neoprene he still wore.
    “We?” he repeated.
    There wasn’t a blessed thing in his future that included Rachel. Unless it was a harmless fantasy about stripping off that clingy red dress from the other day and then dumping her bodily in the shower for his viewing and touching pleasure as he soaked away the awful day with the water on full blast.
    The visual of Rachel, naked and quivering, boiled his blood in zero point four seconds. He nearly groaned aloud. What the hell made him think of that ? Good thing he still had on his wetsuit. It almost hid his enormous woody.
    “Yeah.” She skirted him and parked directly in his path, her eyes brown and limpid behind the lenses of her librarian glasses. “We. You promised to take me grocery shopping when you finished work for the day.”
    He had?
    “Yes, you did.” She shook her head with a little tsk noise. “You forgot, didn’t you? I swear, I’ve never heard of a man who wanted to eat less than you. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was the company you objected to.”
    She winked, but it didn’t cover the shiny glint in her eyes like she probably thought it did. Why the hell was he watching her so closely anyway? It would have been much better to never realize he’d hurt her feelings. But it was too late.
    “I’ll take you,” he growled. “Give me ten.”
    Her smile didn’t help anything, especially not the heat still