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He’d never given a woman an orgasm in so open a place before. But Erica sent his inner sensibilities into some untamed area he never knew existed. Even the routine boat trip he had given her amazed him. Other big city media types took his boat trips and either totally ignored the scenery around them while fingering their smartphones; or they gawked and giggled at the sights, like they’d never seen something so exotic as a wetland. She watched everything around her without the silly looks that other media types and she had an undiscovered wild side to her.
    In the few hours he’d known her, she’d already affected him more than other women he’d known for far longer. Even his ex-wife hadn’t touched him so deeply so soon after their first meeting. In a few hours, he would show her what she needed to see, and then she’d jet back to New York and never see him again. If that was all the time he had, then he intended to make the most of it. He’d finish her bayou tour and then tempt her into an overnight. It wouldn’t be enough to satisify the intense desire had for her, but he take everything she’d give him and demand more until she said her goodbye.
    He reached over to stroke her cheek, but she brushed him off. “We need to do my report,” she said, pulling her panties back on.
    He pulled his hand back to his side. “I understand,” he said. “We still need to finish wiring you with the mic.”
    Erica held out her hand. “I’ll finish it up. It’s probably safer.”
    “I’m a professional,” he said. “Don’t you trust me?” Then he smiled. He already knew her answer and couldn’t help but grin.
    “It’s somewhat questionable,” she said. She took the mic wire from his hand and clipped it on her blouse.
    He tore two pieces of tape off and held them out for her. “If my professional standards aren’t meeting your expectations, that’s only because you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
    Surprise flashed across her face and then was gone. A slight flush in her cheeks betrayed her calm reaction. “How many other reporters have heard that?” she asked. “Maybe the woman who left these clothes in your cottage?” Her voice was monotone, with a hint of bitterness.
    Their playful banter had turned serious, and he wasn’t certain why or how, but he sensed he needed to address it, or risk anything he might want for later tonight.
    “I’ve never had any other woman in my cottage except for business. You’re the only one. You’re special, Erica,” he said, and he meant it.
    She took the last piece of tape, secured the wire, and then awkwardly pulled her blouse into place. Her eyes passed over his and refused to meet his gaze. If she did, she would see the sincerity in his words. “So what do I see first?” she asked, never looking up.
    He had expressed his feelings, although he still couldn’t believe the words had come out of his mouth. If he pushed for any reaction, then he would end up driving her away. Now he needed to step up and do what she had originally come to see him for. A job. And he intended to do the best tour he possibly could. After a few hours and proof that he could actually keep his hands off her for that long, then he could revisit their fling.
    “Well over here you see the sandbar, but just under a shallow layer of sand is oil they’ve just left behind and not bothered to clean up…”

Chapter 6
    She suppressed her intense irritation at Justin for being true to his word. The last six hours had been the happiest, and most difficult, that she remembered in a long time. He hadn’t tried to touch her once since he made his pledge to be professional. Then, once their work finished, she had bent over ostensibly to stretch. She had hoped that he would take the hint and reach for her dangling cleavage, but he didn’t.
    He did his job, and she shouldn’t expect anything more from him. He had shown her all the hidden and silent damage that oil had done