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dirty laundry in the bathroom. He wasn’t going back for it until she’d cleared out of there.
    Taking the cap off his deodorant, he swiped it under his arms and tossed the stick back into his pack. He’d stripped out of his wetsuit on a public beach more times than he could count, so towel-changing was second nature to him. Employing the same technique, he kept the terry cloth wrapped around his waist while he pulled on his boxer briefs, moving quickly because it was damned cold.
    He’d tossed and turned most of the night, trying not to think about the way Daniela’s red thermal shirt cupped her luscious breasts. He wished he couldn’t imagine, in agonizing detail, the silkiness of her skin beneath his fingertips, the sounds she made when she climaxed and the soft cushion of her body under his.
    She made him feel like an ungainly adolescent, with no control over his reactions. Christ, they’d been together for almost ten years. He should be bored by the sight of her in comfy pajamas, not reduced to drooling.
    If nothing else, the cold shower should have kept him in check. He hadn’t expected to respond to her proximity, but when her eyes drifted down his belly, he’d felt a powerful jolt of lust, and could only hope she hadn’t noticed.
    One almost-glance from a woman he longed to forget had him swelling with arousal, remembering far too much.
    “Damn it,” he said under his breath, kicking into his pants. It wasn’t his fault she was still wearing that snug-fitting red top. And those baggy flannel pajama bottoms wouldn’t have been sexy if he didn’t know how easy it was to slip his hand inside the elastic waistband. One tug, and they would slide down her curvy hips.
    Jason roused, throwing back his sleeping bag. He frowned at Sean blearily. “It was my turn to shower.”
    “Be my guest. I didn’t use any hot water.”
    His drowsy eyes narrowed. “You took a cold shower on purpose? What the hell is wrong with you?”
    Scowling, Sean draped his towel over a chair and pulled on his jeans. Before he was finished buttoning his fly, Daniela appeared in the doorway, holding his mesh laundry bag. Her gaze wandered down his bare torso, coming to an abrupt halt at his fumbling hands.
    “Oh,” Jason said. “Now I get it.”
    Dani blinked at him, curious. “Get what?”
    “Never mind,” Sean said, leaving his top button undone. Stepping forward, he took the laundry bag from her. “Thanks.”
    “No problem,” she said, retreating into the hallway.
    Jason gave Sean a knowing smirk. “Does she rattle your cage?”
    “Shut up,” he muttered, lobbing the laundry bag at his bunk. To his disappointment, it missed Jason by a mile.
    “She’s a beautiful woman.”
    Sean couldn’t stop himself from growling, “Stay away from her.”
    Jason laughed, letting his head fall back against the pillows. “I’ve never seen you act so stupid. I’m relieved by the evidence that you might actually be human. I was beginning to think you were a robot.”
    Although Jason’s words annoyed him, they also spurred him into action. Moving quickly, he tugging on a sweatshirt and went after Daniela. “Hang on a sec,” he said, catching her before she entered her room.
    She turned to face him, her expression wary.
    A few damp strands of hair clung to her slender throat, and her breath smelled minty-fresh. He’d always liked kissing her before she brushed just as well as after, but right now he was struck by the powerful urge to press her back to the wall and taste every inch of her delicious mouth.
    He massaged his forehead, wishing he could scrub the temptation away. Focus, Sean. “How are you?” he asked inanely.
    Her brow furrowed. “I’m fine.”
    “No…nightmares?”
    “I’m fine,” she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.
    “Because I thought we could…” He faltered, floundering like a teenager asking her out for their first date. “We usually give newcomers an island tour. Taryn and Elizabeth will