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palpable.” He snickered.
    “He—like me—was trying to get out of work.”
    “Come on, you don’t live for taking out newbies and teaching them how to hump a board?”
    “I lost a bet.” She picked up her pace as the beach loomed.
    “Damn shame.” Trying to wrangle two unwieldy surfboards forced Blake to straggle behind a few steps. He barely kept up with her fast stride. “I promise to make today’s lesson one you’ll never forget.”
    The second her feet hit the sand, Keahilani slipped off her flip-flops and pulled off her shirt, revealing brown shoulders overlooking a pair of mesmerizing boobs. Blake almost dropped one of the boards.
    “Leave your stuff here.” She unzipped, bent over, and shimmied out of her khakis, flashing more eye-popping cleavage on the way back up. She straightened, turned to the sea, and shook out her mass of black hair. A pair of hot little turquoise boy shorts accentuated the curves of her perfect ass. Shit, he might not get any information about the new drug dealers out of this chick, but he sure as hell planned on getting a piece of her when this lesson finished. If he was lucky, maybe even before. He’d never had sex in the ocean.
    Blake grinned and tossed down the boards. He yanked his T-shirt over his head and pumped his biceps once the cotton was free. Lookie there. Caught her checking him out. His expensive gym membership paid off yet again.
    Avoiding his face, Keahilani motioned him onward. He resumed his load and followed. As she led him toward the waves, he enjoyed every step of the journey. He took in the swinging, full hips. The hair sweeping the strings of her bikini. The taut, sun-drenched muscles lining her legs. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
    What role should he play this time? Potential drowning victim? The testosterone-driven, in-way-over-his-head fool? Gracious, submissive beta? Or should he be himself?
    Since he’d already told her he didn’t know how to surf, he’d stick with cocky newb until she gave him a reason to be something else.
    “The most important thing about surfing is to respect the sea.” She eased her board from his hands, and the playfulness left her face. “It’s not about impressing your friends or picking up women. It’s about connecting with the currents and falling into rhythm with nature. It’s about bonding.”
    He’d like to do some bonding. Bond age ? Sure, why not?
    She caressed the board and turned to the incoming tide. He slunk in next to her. Longing wound its tendrils through her expression. Her stance loosened. “Once you get vertical out there and figure out how it’s done, bow to the wave to give it thanks.”
    He waited for the punch line. It didn’t come.
    Oh. She was serious.
    He nodded. “Bow to the wave. Got it.” Was she one of those militant Native nut jobs?
    Did it really matter?
    He slid his gaze from the curves of her breasts to the flat abs, then deeper south. No, it most certainly did not matter.
    “You ready?” Her voice softened and warmth bloomed in her cheeks. The sun caught her eyes and sparked something akin to pride. She lowered her gaze before the seascape as if submitting to a master.
    Much as she proclaimed she didn’t want to be here, she absolutely did. Maybe not with him, or working, but her reverence for the sea was obvious. Keahilani was a true wave rider.
    And in a few hours, he’d convert her into a Blake rider.

Chapter Six

    This guy was full of shit.
    At the end of Blake’s two-hour surfing lesson, Keahilani trudged up the shore, board under her arm. He was no more a kook than Bane was. Yeah, he ate it about twenty times and appeared to have trouble getting on the board for the first hour, but she saw through the act to the talent hidden beneath.
    He had totally surfed before, and she was willing to bet her bikini he was almost as good at it as she was.
    Exhausted, she tossed her board to the sand and sat on it. Blake joined her. Normally, the closeness of working with people in the water