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were really good. There’s steak. Or salad. Lots of seafood . . .” He shrugged, not knowing this woman well enough to be able to suggest something.
    It wasn’t lost on him that he couldn’t come up with what she might like for dinner, but he had no problem thinking of various and creative ways to take her, here in the bungalow and all over the resort.
    “Here, take a look. I’ll go get that champagne.” He covered the space between them, thrust the menu toward her and then retreated to a safe distance.
    S he stood by the glass sliding doors that overlooked his private patio and the spectacular view of the horizon beyond. The deeply colored sunset painting the sky bathed her in a halo of rich light and natural beauty. The vision of taking her right there amid the splendor of nature was too tempting. Trent needed to distance himself by at least a few feet.
    If this was back home in Texas and he was Trent O’Shea, he’d take this girl home to her place and make both of their fantasies come true. But here he was Mr. Warren and a liar. That not so small detail changed everything and not for the better.
    Drawing in a deep breath, he opened the fridge door. He reached for the bottle and decided he’d enjoy dinner, but that was it. His sexual dry spell wasn’t going to be broken tonight.
    Unlike the crops that needed rain, he’d survive this drought. That still didn’t stop him from hoping it would be over soon. He was long overdue for a downpour.
    He yanked on the cork with a bit too much force. White foam bubbled over his fist where it gripped the neck of the bottle. He thrust his arm toward the sink to avoid making a mess all over the floor and himself.
    Trent didn’t miss the symbolism. Just like that bottle, he too was ready to blow. Time to order some food and keep them both busy with something nice and safe.
    He poured two glasses of champagne and carried them to her. Handing her one, he asked, “Decide on something?”
    “It all looks good, but I think I did.” She ran one delicate finger down the menu as she told him what she wanted.
    “ A’ight. I’ll call it in.” He put down his glass and reached for the phone.
    Laurel had settled on the Mahi Mahi with a romaine salad. Trent ordered the sirloin and the bacon and blue cheese polenta.
    He added one order of the chef’s signature Cashew Crusted Key Lime Pie for them to split. Even though she’d said she didn’t want dessert when he’d asked he didn’t miss how her eyes lit up at just the mention.
    If he couldn’t have what he really wanted—that being Laurel—he could eat well instead.
    Hanging up the receiver, he turned to her. “They say about half an hour.”
    “Great. Thanks. ”
    “You’re welcome. ” Thank God for the super efficiency of the staff. He’d only have to come up with thirty minutes of small talk with Laurel. Even so, half an hour seemed like an eternity.
    No wonder he had no girlfriend. H e hated this kind of stuff. All the awkwardness of a first date. Having to make conversation when he really didn’t know the person. He grabbed his champagne glass and tipped his head toward the door. “Want to sit outside?”
    “Sure.” She followed him out and moved directly to the r ailing, staring at the horizon.
    She took in a deep breath that raised her breasts higher. Trent noticed because as spectacular as the landscape was, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
    “You have a beautiful view.” She turned to look at him and he had to yank his gaze up to the safe zone.
    “Yup. That’s why I come here.” That and the fact it was a good place to hide out for a week.
    “So what do you do here all day for fun?” She glanced at his forearms and smiled. “Hit the gym?”
    “I should, but I haven’t yet. Today I had an hour and a half massage and then my big workout was walking to the pool with my book.” He lifted one shoulder. “I’ll get to the gym eventually but—”
    “You’re on vacation and it’s time to