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for womanisers was a genetic thing because her mum had made that mistake, too. Kelsi’s own dad had been the localLothario. Impossible as she found it to believe. But the red in his hair was more strawberry blonde, his skin tanned more easily, making his eyes less weird and more attractive. But he’d been so charming, so full of it. Her mother had forgiven him, taken him back three times before he left for good. That time he’d found another woman to make the perfect family with. She’d had the pretty daughter that his blood daughter wasn’t ever going to be. And Kelsi had been sucked in, too—believed his lines only to be let down too many times.
    But her dad wasn’t anywhere near the level of Jack Greene. Jack was a conqueror—now she knew. She wasn’t surprised either. She’d guessed he had success and experience with women. And she bet that once he’d conquered, he moved on to new challenges—a.s.a.p. That was the kind of adrenaline-fuelled lifestyle he’d lead.
    And that was OK. She didn’t hold it against him. It wasn’t as if he’d made her any promises. He hadn’t lied and pretended there’d be anything more to them—in fact, he’d been careful to make sure she understood.
    But of course he’d known just how to look at her, how to hold her to make her feel so special—so that saying no was an impossibility. He was a master of passion. The ultimate playboy. While that didn’t mean she couldn’t still enjoy the memory, she’d probably be better off if she just forgot about it. It hadn’t been that special at all—certainly not for him.
    But no matter how many times she vacuumed her car she couldn’t get all the sand out. In the end she handed over the money for a professional full-service valet. The car came back smelling of chemicals strong enough to burn her nostrils. But it was better than the hint of sun and surf and sex that had lingered for days. Every time she gotinto the damn thing she saw a mirage of him—his broad shoulders leaning across with his head in her lap as he’d removed her shoe. Yeah, in her mind she saw his head in her lap way too often.
    Maybe she’d discovered her penchant for anonymous mid-morning stands. Maybe she should try for another. But the idea of any other man repulsed her. None looked even remotely attractive—none could compare. She couldn’t shake him from her head. She dreamed of him, she thought she saw him in the distance on the street. And she sat in the office and stared out at the hills way too much. Stupid to imagine herself back out there—she’d much rather be indoors looking at beautiful art and design.
    Trouble was, Jack Greene had the most beautifully designed body she’d ever seen. Memories flooded her and she struggled to keep on top of them—and on her body’s continual slow burn. So she worked even harder than usual, taking on several more projects. Working so hard and so long that by the end of each day she was so exhausted she slept—at least for some of the night.
    Weeks later, even more swamped and exhausted by her workload, she parked her car outside her flat. The old house still hadn’t sold, and she was glad, despite being the only tenant left in the big building. She locked the car and went to find a packet of instant food.
    But someone was sitting on the deck. Her footsteps slowed as she walked nearer. Not sure she could trust her eyes. She knew that hair, that face, most definitely that body. He’d been in her dreams for the last month.
    She couldn’t believe he was here. Or that he was wearing jeans and shirt quite like that. She remembered the strength in those thighs. The tight butt. Not to mention the hard, flat abs, the broad chest and the sleek curves of his shoulders as he’d arched above her. No fat, just long, leanmuscle and smooth burnished skin. And the smattering of hair that