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taking breaths of air. His tongue slid against mine, and my arms curled around his neck, reminding me we’d never been bad at this. We’d always burned too hot. Me losing my mind in a pool with Leo thousands of miles from home—well, I could handle the heat.
    Someone cleared their throat, but I didn’t pay any attention. Didn’t they know they were ruining my daydream? Jeez .
    “Lex,” Leo whispered against my lips, and I blinked my eyes open, dazed. The green orbs I had dreamed about for so many years shined like polished gems in the sunlight.
    “You look so real,” I whispered and pressed my fingertips against his wet cheek.
    “Let’s get you out of the pool,” he said.
    “Right,” I mumbled. Because he wasn’t a daydream, and I had made a fool of myself. Again.
    His fingers encircled my waist, and he lifted me from the pool with little effort. There was an awkward tug before my legs unwrapped from around his waist, and then he set me up on the patio. Hands from above encircled my arms, and I looked up into the face of the beautiful brunette.
    My mind cleared. And this time, the heat inside was from red hot embarrassment. What the hell had he been thinking, kissing me in front of his girlfriend? Did he think I was some kind of runaway bride tramp? Was this some kind of twisted sex game for them? I shook her hands off my arms, then bent to sweep my music player off the patio and my soggy hat from where it had fallen. I swiped my mess of hair from my wet cheeks and backed away.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t thankful at all, and my tone let them know it. Then I plopped the dripping hat on my head and walked away on a mission to find a bar on the other side of the island. Or maybe I’d just grab a bottle and go back to my villa where I could get drunk beside my private pool, and there would be no chance of running into the brunette and Leo. The beast.

Chapter Four

    “What are you doing?”
    I looked up at the gruff, irritated voice. The tight pinch to his lips only enticed me to press his buttons.
    “I’m talking to this nice man, that’s what I’m doing.” I smiled at the guy next to me—a good-looking doctor in his mid-thirties, on vacation and ringless. Not that it mattered; I wasn’t interested in a relationship, or anything intimate, or any man at this point in my life.
    The outdoor bar was in the middle of a garden, the patio decorated with shiny ceramic potters and tropical plants. A few of the tables were occupied, but there were only the two of us sitting at the bar. After Mr. Smiley Doctor sat down, he’d listened to me ramble for the last hour about everything and nothing all at once. By now, I had no filter. I’d just clued him and Sarah, the bartender, in on the wedding scandal.
    “Everyone, this is Leo, my ex.”
    “The groom?” Sarah asked, and all eyes turned to Leo. He looked positively homicidal. I batted my eyelashes at him.
    “Nope, Leo’s not that jerk ex.” I leaned into the bar and told her, “But he did dump me through a letter.”
    I peeked another glance at Leo, whose jaw clenched, and his biceps flexed as he crossed his arms.
    “Wow.” Sarah glared at Leo. But he was so nice to look at; she ended up averting her eyes, her cheeks reddening under his gaze. The beast.
    I swiveled on my stool to face the doctor. “And then he showed up to my wedding in jeans and a t-shirt. A t-shirt. Can you believe it?”
    “A t-shirt,” the doctor repeated with a sideways glance at Leo.
    “And now he’s here. With his girlfriend .” The absurdity of it made me giggle. Everything was a little funny. “I mean, what are the chances?” I patted the doctor’s sunburned arm, and he winced. “Jeff, right?”
    His pearl white smile wavered. “Paul.”
    “Paul. Right.” I met Leo’s simmering gaze. “Did you need something?”
    “Can I have a word with you?” His jaw muscles flexed again.
    “You look like you could use a drink. Sit,” I said, gesturing to the