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back to float and wait for the moon to finish its set in the sky. Katja barked, alerting Selena to the time yet again.
    An eternity could have passed, she was so relaxed.
    Finally she pulled herself out and went to the rock wall attached to the deck with the custom outdoor shower. The water flowed over her head and cleaned the chlorine from her body.
    She was too exhausted to do more than wrap a towel around herself, wring her hair out, and dry off before heading inside.
    With a look toward the stairs leading to the master bedroom, which was too far in her opinion, she set the alarm. With another glance at the stairs and the inviting, overstuffed couches, Selena shrugged her shoulders.
    With a weary sigh, she fell onto one of her couches and pulled a quilt over her legs. Sleep claimed her immediately.
     
    * * * *
     
    She groaned, and ignored the infernal ringing of her cellphone. “Thank the gods the damn thing stopped,” she mumbled, and turned over, pulling a pillow over her head.
    And bam, just like that, the ringing started again. “Fuck me. What do you want?” she snarled into the phone.
    “Well I would be happy to do just that, but I don’t think even my impressive manhood could reach you from here.”
    Selena’s face heated at the sound of Malcolm King’s voice. She tried to scramble up from the pile of pillows that swallowed her up, making the task almost impossible. “Malcolm?”
    “Fantastic, you already recognize my voice. Now, I just need to learn to leap tall buildings, and I could take care of you.”
    Her pulse raced. “What are you talking about?”
    After flinging several pillows off the couch and untangling her legs from the blanket and the still-damp towel, she managed to stand up.
    “Did I wake you?” he asked instead of answering her question.
    “Why are you calling me so early?” Two can do the “ask a question instead of answer” game, she thought.
    “What do you mean, ‘so early’? It’s afternoon here on the West coast and you’re two hours ahead of me.”
    She nearly tripped over Katja as she stumbled to the patio doors. The sun had clearly been up for hours. “Shit, shit, shit. I can’t believe I slept so late, damn it.”
    “Were you up all night partying?”
    Selena wondered at the anger that laced his words. They mimicked the anger she felt when she thought of Tamara meeting Malcolm.
    From the lateness of the hour she knew he’d probably already met with her partner. Probably already fell head-over-ass in lust with the gorgeous half-Spanish, half-Cajun woman.
    She snapped the curtain closed, shutting out the blinding sun and the green-eyed monster. “Did you need something, Malcolm?”
    “Do you know you answer a question with a question?”
    Selena’s heart skipped a beat at his deep, rumbled laugh. “Hello, Pot, said the Kettle. But to answer your question, no, I was up working and time got away from me. I think I crashed around five this morning.”
    “I wanted to call and let you know I’ll be meeting with your partner in about an hour and just wanted to make sure you didn’t have anything you wanted to add before I give all the documents over. Since you are the majority shareholder I just wanted to double check.”
    “Tam has every bit as much power as I do.” The relief washed over her like a tidal wave.
    “ That’s fantastic. I hope we can get together and I can thank you personally for your business. Your partner was almost hesitant to meet with me. It could give a man a complex if he had self-esteem issues.”
    “Ha. I’m sure it didn’t faze you one bit, Mr. King.” She laughed.
    “You wound me.”
    Again she heard laughter in his voice, and shivers raced down her spine. She trudged up the stairs and stripped out of her clothes. With the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder she turned on the faucet to her large tub, and added scented bubble bath before grabbing a large bath towel.
    “I don’t think there is a woman alive who has the