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feet. “He came by and fixed my ice maker yesterday. Such a nice boy.”
    Lisa frowned. Nice boy and Rafe Sullivan did not go together.He’d obviously snowed the old lady, too. The elderly woman looked like she weighed about fifty pounds soaking wet, her frail body covered in long sleeves, full cotton pants and canvas shoes. She had to be sweltering, but you’d never know it by her chipper mood.
    “So he’s around today?” Lisa asked.
    “Rafael? Oh, he’s probably down at the marina tinkering on his boat. He does love that boat of his.”
    “I bet he does,” Lisa muttered. She couldn’t help but wonder how many sex-starved women he’d hustled to finance that little trinket. Shifting her feet, she tried to keep her tone even. “You wouldn’t happen to know which marina that was, would you?”
    “Now let’s see.” The woman tapped her gloved finger against her lips. “It had a shell name in it, I think.”
    Lord Almighty. Lisa forced a smile and stepped back. “Thank you. I’m sure I can find it.”
    Luckily, there was only one marina in Key West with a shell name. Pulling into the parking lot of the Conch Harbor Marina, Lisa crossed her fingers and hoped this was the right one. Palm trees flanked the front lawn. Bougainvillea ran along the gray building.
    She didn’t really want to spend all day looking for the jerk. But she would if she had to.
    She slammed the car door, adjusted her sunglasses and followed the path around the side of the structure toward the docks. Her stylish pink sandals crunched on the white stones, and she paused when she reached the deck at the back of the building to look out over the vast view of water and sailboats lined up in neat rows. Lisa’s gaze swept over the patio as she searched for Rafe. Round tables with wide green-and-white-striped umbrellas littered the deck. A few people lingered over drinks, chatting in the afternoon sun, but no one reminded her of her almost Latin lover, the man she wanted to drop-kick with her bright-red-painted toenails.
    A waiter rushed by with a tray of drinks. Lisa stopped him with a hand on his arm. “You wouldn’t happen to knowwhere I could find Rafe Sullivan, would you?” She tossed a ten-dollar bill on the tray.
    The kid’s eyes lit up. He reached for the bill and slipped it into his pocket. “Sullivan’s boat is moored on B dock. Sea Witch. You can’t miss it.”
    “Thanks.” Lisa looked out over the docks and set her jaw as the kid walked away. Just the thought of seeing Sullivan again made her blood boil.
    Sea Witch , huh? How appropriate. In a minute he was going to see just how much of a witch she could be.
    She headed down the ramp toward the massive yachts and quaint sailboats and located B dock easily. As she rounded the corner, her gaze lifted and she focused on a man near the end of the dock dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt. His back was to Lisa, and he was waving his hands as he talked to a skinny brunette in a skimpy bikini, but Lisa didn’t need to see his face to know who he was.
    She’d recognize that ass anywhere. And dammit, it looked even better in worn denim. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she strode down the dock toward the pair. Over the man’s shoulder, the brunette’s gaze snapped to her, eyes narrowed and curious, but Lisa ignored it. All she heard was Rafe’s voice making some lame-ass comments about the weather, and fury welled up in her stomach before she could stop it.
    He paused midsentence, noticing the brunette’s expression, and turned. A split second of surprise registered in his dark eyes. And Lisa didn’t even hesitate.
    “Nice to see you again, querido. ” Her flat palms connected with his solid chest. She pushed hard, catching him off guard, knocking him right off his feet.
    His hands waved. A startled yelp slipped from his lips before he lost his balance and fell backward into the turquoise water.
    The brunette’s eyes grew wide as they followed Rafe