Marooned with a Millionaire

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haircut.”
    No point arguing with her, Jack decided. “Fine. The scissors are in the galley, third drawer to the left of the sink.”
    â€œI’ll go get them and you take a seat at the table.” She tossed him the towel. “Slip off your shirt and wrap this around your shoulders.”
    He saluted. “Anything else, Major?”
    She laughed. “You’re the second person who’s called me Major, but I believe the last time it was followed by ‘pain in the butt.’”
    He rose from the sofa and slipped his shirt overhis head then tossed it aside. “Are you always so high maintenance, Dorothy?”
    â€œNot really, Ahab. I’m just the kind of person who knows what she wants and then does her darnedest to get it.”
    Not so unlike him, Jack thought. He’d spent his life being that driven.
    Right now Lizzie looked as though she wanted something from him, something sweet and seductive, apparent by the way her gaze slid over his bare chest.
    Her eyes widened and so did her smile. “You’re in really great shape. Do you work out often?”
    He had one particular workout in mind, but it didn’t involve weights. “Only in the sense of maintaining the boat.”
    She moved closer. “I guess you just come by it naturally, then.”
    In order to get his thoughts back on course and his body back under control, Jack said, “Speaking of working, I’m going to try and get the engine to turn over. The alternator charges the batteries so we’ll have some lights.”
    Following a sexy shake of her hair, she sauntered toward the adjacent galley. “I really don’t mind the darkness, as long as you’re here.”
    Jack wasn’t totally in the dark about what she intended to do with him, to him. She’d been doing it since her arrival. Question was, would he have the strength to deny her?
    A day ago, he might have said yes. But today, he wasn’t at all sure about anything, except for the fact that Lizzie Matheson was totally disrupting his life. And he was beginning to like it.

Four
    T he man had a fine head of hair to match his equally fine bod, Lizzie thought while she started to work on Jack’s trim. She didn’t like cutting hair dry but she didn’t dare ask him to wet it considering water was a precious commodity. While he sat silently in the swivel chair anchored to the dining-room table, she started with the back, snipping a little here, layering a little there. She had one heck of a time keeping her attention on her task, especially when she moved in front of him and faced his remarkable chest peeking out from the towel she’d draped across his broad shoulders. If she didn’t do a better job of concentrating, he’d end up with a reverse Mohawk.
    Fine strands of hair rained down onto the towel and she took the opportunity to periodically brush them away, noting that every time she flicked herfingertips over his chest and belly, his muscles tightened. This had to be the most fun she’d ever had giving a man a haircut.
    â€œAre you almost done?” Jack’s voice fell somewhere between a growl and a plea, the first words he had spoken since she’d begun.
    â€œPatience, Ahab. You have a lot of hair.”
    â€œUntil you got your hands on it,” he muttered.
    She could continue for an hour and still have plenty to work with. “You know something, your boat really needs a name.”
    He glanced up at her, a hint of irritation in his expression. “It has a name.”
    She slid her fingers through his hair, enjoying the soft texture against her palm. “So what is it?”
    â€œHannah.”
    A woman’s name. Lizzie probably shouldn’t be surprised at all, nor should she be jealous. But she had to admit she was. Naming a boat after a woman was as intimate as having a woman’s name tattooed on a body part. She wondered if, in fact, Jack did sport a tattoo

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