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going to agree, Dr. Montgomery,” she said, moving her gaze from his chest to his face, forcing her mind to concentrate on their conversation and not on his body. “The weatherman said it’s going to be a great day on the beach, and I intend to spend my time on it.”
    She forced herself to look out toward the Atlantic Ocean. “I love the ocean. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
    He followed her gaze. “Sure is.” He looked back at her face. “Have you had your coffee yet?”
    She shook her head. “No, I don’t like dealing with caffeine in the morning. I’m an herbal tea person. It’s better for you.”
    He chuckled. “Hey, you’re not going to get an argument out of me. It’s definitely better for your heart.” He then added, “Natural fruit juices aren’t so bad either.”
    She grinned. “Yes, doctor.”
    He glanced down at her feet. “Your shoelace is untied. Put your hand on my shoulder, lean in, and lift your foot up to me.”
    “I can tie it.”
    “It’s no problem for me to do it, Nicky.” Deciding they would be wasting time arguing about it, she placed her hand on his shoulder and lifted her foot up to him like he’d asked. “Umm, nice leg.”
    She barely heard what he’d said. Her concentration was focusing on the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips. It felt warm as well as solid. And then there was the spicy male scent that clung to him. Lyle Montgomery was one enticing male.
    “Okay, you’re good to go now.” His words snapped her back to attention. It made her realize where her thoughts had been. For crying out loud, this wasn’t just any other man. This was Lyle, the guy who used to be Arnie’s best friend, his ace-boon-koon, in college. What in the heck was wrong with her today? What had been wrong with her ever since they started jogging together?
    “Thanks, Lyle,” she somehow managed to say, putting her foot back down.
    “Don’t mention it.” He then looped his arm through hers. “The beach awaits us,” he said, pulling her down the steps to where their feet hit the sand.
    By sheer effort, Monique made her body move as they jogged side by side, in perfect sync. Something was different this morning. Maybe it had been Faith’s reminding her last night of the crush she’d had on Lyle. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, which made him much too sexy.
    As they continued running, she knew that in the end, about an hour from now, she would be all hot and bothered as well as hot and sweaty, but she couldn’t think of any other way she’d rather spend her mornings than with such a good-looking running partner.
    Shannon yawned as
she pulled another outfit off the rack. If anyone had told her she would be shopping at the crack of dawn, she would have called them a liar. But here she was doing just that. She couldn’t believe she had actually walked out the door before Faith got up just to be at this shop when it opened at nine o’clock.
    Monique had whipped by her on the way out to jog and had taken only the time to tell her that Faith was cooking dinner and had invited a guest—some woman who lived next door. That was fine with Shannon. Faith was a whiz in the kitchen, and if cooking rocked her boat and she wanted to impress her parents’ neighbor, then let her go for it.
    Now back to the business at hand. She looked down at the outfits already slung over her arms, items meant to entice, arouse, and stimulate even the most resistant mind. For the past couple of days she had spent her time wondering what was there about Mr. Mechanic that pushed all her buttons. Just thinking about what she had planned sent a subtle shiver through her body. This would be the first fling that she herself had initiated. In the past, the men did all the work, and if they met with her extreme satisfaction then so be it. After a brief period, they would part ways. She was never left with a reason to ever look one of them up again and vice versa. A fling was just was it