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laughing and holding her hands up to catch the wind.
    It was a perfect day.  As they walked along the dock toward the boat the early morning sun warmed her shoulders and arms but the breeze from the ocean tempered the rays of the sun just enough that she was comfortable.  Cottony clouds floated by, soft-white and fluffy against the brilliant blue of the sky.
    On a day like today how could she be afraid of a boat?  The ocean was like a placid aquamarine bedspread, so calm and comforting.  She’d been silly to want to stay on shore when there was so much blue sea to explore.
    And to visit Rico’s private island - that would be something.  She was looking forward to it.
    “ Tu es prete, mademoiselle?”   Rico held out his hand to her.
    “Pardon me?”  She didn’t speak French and couldn’t even begin to make a wild guess at what he’d just said.
    “Are you ready, miss?”  He gave her a smile and a bow of the head, his attitude one of such deference that she couldn’t help smiling as a wicked thought ran through her mind.  Rico Megalos serving someone?  With his huge ego and all that money, never in a million years.
    “Certainly, monsieur ,” she said with a smile and took his hand.  She was enjoying this game they were playing.  Enrico Megalos, at your service.  That was his self-appointed role for the day and she was loving it.
    Rico helped her climb into the motorboat and she soon realized that it was not half as scary as she’d thought.  It was much smaller than the yacht, of course, but at almost thirty feet in length it was long enough for her to feel safe and secure.
    Her captain for the day hopped in beside her and slipped behind the wheel.  In baseball cap, polo shirt and baggy jeans he looked even younger than his twenty-five years.  The wide grin on his face added to his youthful appearance.  She could hardly believe this was the same man she'd met so many weeks before, the one who’d had his face screwed into a permanent scowl.  She liked the new Rico Megalos.
    “I packed a picnic basket.”  He turned and reached behind to lift the lid off what looked like a low storage cabinet.  Inside was tucked a basket, bottles of wine, bottles of water and a wide-brimmed straw hat.  There was even a bottle of sunscreen.
    “You’ll need these,” Rico said and reached for the hat which he promptly plopped down on her head.  “As much as I love your hair I’m going to have to hide it.  I’m here to serve and protect, and sunburn is not an option.”
    Asia had to smile when she heard him use what must be his favorite phrase.  He’d found yet another thing that was ‘not an option’.
    “And you need this.”  He reached for the sunscreen and squeezed a dollop into his hand. Then, as casually as if he did this every day, he began to spread the lotion across her shoulders and upper back.
    As his hands slid over her body Asia tried to relax.  She really did.  But how could she when, with each stroke of his hands, Rico was stoking the embers that had lain dormant down below.  Within seconds his casual caress had those embers glowing, making her want to squirm.  Jesus, if the man didn’t stop those embers would burst into flames and then she’d get moist, unable to control her body’s involuntary reaction to his expert touch.
    “Uh, thanks, Rico,” she said as she shifted in her seat.  She didn’t want to offend but she had to get away.  “I think I’m good now.”  She softened her flight with a smile.
    “No problem,” he said with a shrug then proceeded to slather his neck and arms.
    Thank God he hadn’t asked her to do that for him.
    He settled back and started the engine.  Then he put on his sunglasses and they were off.
    They shot away from the shore and Asia squealed in delight.  It was a new and thrilling experience for her, racing across the ocean in a high-speed boat.  Instead of feeling frightened she felt exhilarated.  Thank goodness she hadn’t denied