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during her bath. “What is what?”
    â€œThis big silver bowl behind the bathroom door. It looks like some kind of a trophy.”
    It was, the last he’d won before tragedy struck. The last good race. “I use it as a doorstop.” Not exactly the truth. He didn’t want the reminders so he’d hidden it away when the memories had become too overwhelming. He’d basically forgotten it was there, intentionally so.
    The bathroom door creaked open and Jack braced himself for Lizzie’s appearance. Hopefully she’d put her own clothes back on.
    All hope faded when she appeared before the sofa where he was now seated having his coffee and a strong urge to kiss her again. She wore his yellow polo that stopped at her thighs, but unlike the T-shirt it had a slit up each side, allowing him a glimpse of the curve of one buttock and, fortunately, her underwear. At least she had those on, not that it really mattered. She could be wearing a trench coat covering flannel pajamas and it wouldn’t make a difference to Jack and his persistent parts.
    She presented him with her usual smile. “Hope you don’t mind but I rummaged around in your drawers last night.”
    Jack would have definitely remembered that. “What drawers?”
    â€œYour bathroom drawers, looking for a spare toothbrush. I found one and used it. Hope that’s okay.”
    He only minded that she was way too cute to ignore. “That’s fine.”
    She removed the towel wrapped like a turban around her head, bent forward and began furiously drying her blond hair. “You’d be so proud of me. I barely used any water. Just enough for a good spit and shine.”
    At the moment she was giving Jack quite a show, her bare breasts visible because of the open collar on the shirt. He tried to look away but his eyes might as well have been cemented to her chest. The more she rubbed, the more she jiggled, and the more she jiggled, the more Jack squirmed.
    Finally, she straightened and surveyed his face. “Is something wrong?”
    Yeah. He was hard as a handlebar with no relief in sight. “I didn’t get much sleep.” Thanks to her.
    â€œYou know what you need?”
    Oh, yeah. He knew exactly what he needed—to take off what little clothes she now wore and get down to business. “No. What do I need?”
    â€œA haircut. And a shave wouldn’t hurt.”
    â€œI’ve already shaved. Early this morning.”
    â€œA heavy beard, I see.” She narrowed her eyes and studied him as if she was an artist sizing up her subject. “If you have a pair of scissors, I could cut your hair.”
    â€œI’m not sure I trust you to do that.”
    â€œYou should. I was a stylist before I opened my balloon business. I’m rather good.”
    He would just bet she was. “Maybe I like my hair the way it is.”
    Seating herself on the sofa facing him in a display of long limbs and feminine wiles, she brought her bent knees to her chest. “Just a trim so it will be a little neater.”
    Man, she was stubborn. “If I let you do this, will you leave me alone to work on the boat?”
    â€œSure. I’d like to work on my tan.”
    â€œLast time I checked, there wasn’t any sun.”
    â€œAre you sure?” She scooted off the sofa, walked to the porthole and drew back the curtain. “That looks like the sun to me.”
    When Jack finally took his attention away from Lizzie’s legs and brought it to the window, he realized she was right. He would’ve wagered his fortune that the skies would remain overcast. Maybe he shouldn’t be at all surprised. If Lizzie wanted sun, she would probably get sun. In fact, he figured she was rarely denied anything if she put her mind to it.
    â€œYou better hurry and get out on deck,” he said. “I doubt the sun will be with us for very long.”
    She turned from the window. “First, the