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night tortured by erotic images of his newest lab assistant clad only in a
sarong, doing wicked things to his body with her lush mouth. Dressed like a
native girl from long ago, Kalama had swayed her curvy hips in a seductive hula
as he’d watched. Jack had found himself in the role of stranger from across the
sea. It was so real, he had almost been able to smell the scent of her skin,
feel the touch of her hands on his body.
    Sunlight seeping through the slats of the blinds covering
his windows cast intriguing shadows around the room as he lay staring at the
ceiling for a few moments. Scrubbing a hand over his eyes in an effort to clear
the sleep away, he rolled out of bed. He shivered when his bare feet met the
wooden planks of the floor. While the weather wasn’t cold by mainland standards
in most part of the islands, the temperature had dipped to sixty degrees last
night and he liked to sleep with the windows cracked to allow the fresh island
air in. A quick glance at the clock told him it was only six. He was usually up
early on the weekdays when he was needed at the observatory, but the weekends
he slept in before heading down to Hilo for surfing or girl watching with Sam.
Whoever was at his door had better have a damn good reason for being there.
    Stumbling sleepily, he headed from the bedroom at the back
of the house to the front door. Grumbling softly, Jack yanked open the door and
was instantly blinded by the sunlight pouring in. He squinted for a moment,
trying to adjust his vision to see the person standing on his lanai.
    “That’s a good look for you, haole boy.” Amusement
laced the feminine words. Jack smiled at the pleasing tone. He opened his eyes
and was gifted with the sight of Kalama’s luscious mouth turned up in a grin.
Her dark eyes twinkled in merriment. She wore another curve-hugging tank top
and the shortest shorts he’d ever seen. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to
whoever created that particular piece of women’s clothing. Miles of bronzed,
shapely leg were a damn good thing to wake up to. This was definitely better
then yesterday when she’d hardly smiled at him.
    “What?” Jack asked, smiling along with Kalama even though he
had no idea what she found so funny. Stifling another giggle, Kalama glanced at
his torso. Jack looked down. He stood in his doorway wearing an ancient pair of
green cotton boxers from his college days. To add to the horror of the already
uncomfortable situation, his buddy was peeking out from the flap, still very
happy from his recent dreams.
    He turned his back to her quickly and made short work of
putting himself away. Kalama let out a full-bodied laugh and Jack found himself
joining in.
    “Sorry about that,” he said, still chuckling. He gestured
for her to come inside.
    “No troubles. I brought coffee.” Kalama held a white travel
mug of coffee in each hand. She brushed past him with grace and Jack inhaled
the exotic scent of her, plumeria or maybe maile. He didn’t know which but the
seductive scent danced around his senses, making Mr. Happy even happier.
    “Thanks. I didn’t know there was coffee in that house. I
figured we’d get you some groceries today.”
    “I walked down the hill to that cute café and picked it up.
It’s Farmer’s Market day in Hilo so you can take me there.” Kalama turned on
her heels and thrust out a cup to him.
    He grabbed the proffered coffee, their fingertips brushing
against each other’s ever so slightly. The tiny touch sliced through him, his
nerve endings keenly aware of how delicious she looked. The wicked thought of
leading her to his bed and licking her luscious body into a frenzy took hold of
his brain. Jack let his gaze slide down the length of her, drinking her in from
the tip of her black hair to the curves barely concealed by her clothes to the
very tips of her flip-flop-shod toes.
    “Maybe you should put some pants on.” Her voice was barely
above a whisper and he watched, enthralled, as her