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kissing her, giving her those crazy little licks. She was tired, she was weak, and she wanted to touch him so badly she couldn’t keep her arms at her sides but wrapped them around his torso, ran her hands up his powerful back. His skin was still damp, but warm. So warm. He’d surprised her by not showing off today. He’d caught a couple of waves and looked so graceful she’d held her breath, but he’d been awfully low-key about his own prowess and spent hours coaching her.
    “Thanks for teaching me,” she said, pulling him away when his lips started nudging aside her bathing suit.
    “You’re welcome. I could teach you a lot more, you know,” he said, running his palms lightly over the nipple-sized bulges in her suit. “You’re freezing, let me warm you up.”
    He must have been able to tell it was already working; warmth was stealing through her, from his body which was on top of hers, from his hands, his lips, and from the devil lights in his eyes. She felt like she was in the famous scene in From Here to Eternity. Any minute now the tide was going to wash over them, and that would be the end of her virtue.
    “I’m going to marry Mark Forsythe,” she reminded them both.
    His eyes glittered down at her. “Are you?”
     

7
    “We did it!”
    Jen raised her glass in a toast to Bronwyn and Fiona, who’d helped her pull together a complete marketing plan and proposal in record time. They clinked glasses and sipped champagne, though in truth Jen didn’t feel much like celebrating. Since the trip to Byron Bay, when she’d had to admit to herself that her feelings for her client were a lot warmer than was appropriate, she’d worked day and night—especially night, to avoid her host whenever possible. And the result was that she was very close to being ready to leave Australia. Ahead of schedule. The three women shared a booth in a trendy Thai restaurant in Sydney, relaxing after another hard day.
    “I couldn’t have done it without you two. Thanks.”
    “Does this mean you’ll be leaving soon?” Fiona asked.
    “Yes. I’ve . . .”
    She thought of the way her body had responded when Cam touched her on the beach, thought of the sleepless night she’d endured after he’d surprised her by backing right off when she’d told him she was marrying Mark. That was the trouble with Cam; he wouldn’t stay in the mold she’d stuffed him into. He kept surprising her.
    “I’ve got to get back.”
    “We’ll miss you,” Bron said. She hesitated, then looked straight at Jen. “Cam will be a bear when you go.”
    Fiona nodded vigorously. “He’s dead-keen on you.”
    “You can tell?” Jen asked, horrified.
    “Yeah,” they said in unison.
    “His eyes follow you whenever you’re around,” Fiona added.
    “He asks me how I like you and how you’re getting on every time I see him. He’s got it bad,” Bron added. “Of course, it’s good for him to lose once in a while. Usually the women are all over him.”
    “Mmm,” Fiona agreed. “Sickening. They’re always gorgeous model types. You’re the first one who’s not—” She gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth while Jen laughed.
    “It’s okay. I’m not the model type. I’ve always been the girl next door.”
    “The cute girl next door,” Bron said. “And Cam’s crazy about you.”
    It was difficult to be completely frank with the woman who was his half-sister, but she needed to try. “I think he only wants me in his bed to prove he’s in control.”
    Bron snorted with laughter. “I knew you’d see right through him. He’s such a dickhead sometimes,” she said with affection. “That was how it was when you first arrived. Not anymore. I’ve never seen him like this.”
    “He’s used to getting his own way, that’s all,” said Jen.
    “Maybe.”
    She’d meant him to remember her as the woman who’d said no, but she’d never intended to hurt him, she thought as she drove home after the dinner, the printed proposal in her