policy. All its guests must relinquish anything that runs on batteries or electricity.â With a nod, he indicated one of the briefcase-sized bags heâd set down. âLike your laptop there.â
âNo! Not my computer.â
âIâm sorry,â he said. âThose are the rules, and have been since my grandparents built this place. If you need writing implements, we have paper and pens available.â
She scowled. âI have paper and pens.â After a momentâs hesitation, she waved at him with a hand. âGo ahead, fine. Itâs all yours.â
As he bent to lift it, she turned away to push her big suitcase into the corner with her foot. âIs there anything else?â he asked her.
âNo, only the one laptop.â
âI mean, anything else that runs on batteries or electricity?â
âNope.â She wasnât looking at him.
He cleared his throat again. âI believe you mentioned you have a cell phone.â
She froze, muttered, âMe and my big mouth,â then stomped over to another bag to retrieve it. She slapped it into his outstretched palm. âThere. Satisfied?â
âAs long as thatâs all you have.â His eyebrow lifted. âIs it?â
âYes.â
He lifted his other brow.
âYes!â
âUh, Angel, I may be a man, but I grew up with two sisters.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Her gaze slid off his face.
Sighing, he prompted her. âCome on, every woman I know uses one. You must have with youââ
âWell!â Her eyes widened in offended embarrassment. âI canât believe youâd have the nerveâthe nerve !âto mention it.â
He blinked. âIt?â
âYou knowâ¦â Her expresson was all innocence. âMy vibrator.â
Her vibrator ? Shock quickly rolled through him, pushed out of the way by another hot wave of lust. A vibrator. Those naked images started piling up in his mind again, making him feel hard and hot andâ¦
And stupid.
âI almost fell for that,â he said, shaking his head. âYou almost distracted me.â
She opened her mouth.
âDonât bother denying it.â He pointed at her. âAs Iâm certain youâre aware, I was talking about a blow-dryer. Give it up, sweetheart.â
When she opened her mouth again, he wagged his finger back and forth. âN-uh-uh-uh-uh. Those are the rules. Take them or leave.â
Making a disgusted sound, she threw up her hands. Then she marched over to another suitcase and from its depths removed the largest blow-dryer heâd ever seen,its nozzle as big as a head of cabbage. âJesus,â he said, staring at it. âThatâs not a hairdryer, thatâs a weapon of mass destruction.â
If looks could kill, he would have been vaporized. âDonât mock the hair tools,â she hissed, shoving the dryer at him. âIâm going to get you back for this. Just you wait.â
Yeah, baby, punish me by debarking. Then his family, his identity, and his health would be a lot better off. âWhy donât I give you directions to the nearest resort,â he offered.
She was a breath away from taking him up on it, he could tell.
So, relaxing, he smiled at her. Everything was going to be just fine. âOr I can tell you the quickest route back to the highway and the city.â
Angel bristled. âWhat? And let you win? I donât think soââ She broke off, staring at him.
âWait a minute, wait a minute. Wait a darn minute.â She strode closer to him, her curly hair floating off her shoulders, her perfume floating through the air to dizzy him.
So dizzy that he didnât see it coming.
âI know who you are!â she exclaimed, all angel crowded out by the devilish delight in her eyes. âThe day just keeps getting better! This is where youâve been hiding the last