about her, which in his world was rare, compelling. In a simple black dress thatoutlined every slender curve and a generous bosom, she caught his eye again, and
he couldn‟t look away. Didn‟t want to. The soft waves of her dark hair framed her
face. Intriguingly, she seemed to be slightly self-conscious. Or perhaps, he thoughtwith a hardened cynicism that had been honed over years, she carefully projectedthat vulnerable fragility. God knew she had managed to capture his attention in thestreet yesterday. Her huge, striking blue eyes had momentarily stunned him,rendering him speechless. And he was never stunned, or speechless. Something intheir depths had caught him, combined with that lush mouth, looking up at him soinnocently, full of a shocked kind of awe. Then, amazingly, when he had seen heron the island earlier today, he had followed some base instinct to see her up close
again…She was e
verything he remembered, and more. He recalled how she hadtrembled under his hands in the street yesterday, and under his look earlier today
on the island. He couldn‟t ever remember a woman being so blatantly responsive.
His mouth compressed when he thought of her refusal to have dinner with him.
That certainly hadn‟t happened in a while, if ever. Was she playing some game?He wouldn‟t be surprised…He was constantly amazed at the lengths some women
went to just to get his attention. Playing hard to get was
n‟t a new trick…
He mentally dismissed the bottle redhead to his left, who was chatteringincessantly, oblivious of the fact that his attention had long wandered from her fartoo obviously surgically enhanced assets.