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assist Cassie.
    Sliding her palm into his, she marveled
at how small and fragile her hand looked against his. She was more familiar
seeing her hands as capable and strong as they controlled the flight of
powerful helicopters. Now, she appeared to be in his capable and strong grasp.
    A strange fuzzy sensation buzzed in her
head, making her feel momentarily dizzy, and she stumbled as her second foot
came out of the car.
    Evan caught her around the waist and
pulled her up against him. “I’ve got you.”
    Her free hand landed on his muscular
biceps as her breasts pressed against his solid chest. Tingles zipped down
between her legs. Oh yes, she definitely felt like he had her, or rather, had
her responding to him in the most inappropriately personal way.
    “I’m fine now. Thank you for the
assistance.” She attempted to step back as she realized Mr. Jacobs had gotten
out of the car and was watching, but Evan’s hand on her waist tightened.
    His head lowered, and she read the intent
in his eyes. So much for thinking he didn’t like her. He obviously intended to
kiss her, and she definitely couldn’t let that happen, not with her
self-discipline slipping as it was already.
    She broke his hold with a subtle evasive
move and stepped away from him, hoping the driver and Mr. Jacobs weren’t paying
too much attention because Evan’s face clearly showed his shock and
displeasure. If she didn’t play her role well enough, Mr. Jacobs might suggest
to Evan that she didn’t deserve her full payment. She was counting on that
money too much. She couldn’t afford to mess this up.
    Before Evan could respond to her narrow
escape, she spoke in a sweet voice. “You know how much I hate PDA, honey.” She
reached up and patted his cheek lightly with her hand.
    A booming laugh from behind Evan let her
know that someone coming out of the house had caught at least the last part of
the altercation.
    An older, olive-skinned man approached
with his hand outstretched. A beautiful, dark-haired woman in a red floral
dress followed a few paces behind him.
    “Welcome, Evan,” the man’s voice held a
hint of a Spanish accent. He nodded a greeting at Evan’s assistant. “Dan.
Welcome to my little island home.”
    Evan shook the man’s hand. “Thank you,
Xavier.” Turning to the woman, he said, “It’s good to see you again, Esmé.”
    “It is a great pleasure to welcome you
and Dan into our home,” she responded with a heavy French accent. “And who is
this woman keeping you on your toes?” Esmé regarded Cassie with a bright gleam
in her eyes and a friendly smile on her lips.
    “This is my lovely Cassie.” Evan placed
his hand lightly on the small of her back, drawing her forward.
    “Thank you for having me this weekend.”
Cassie extended her hand to Esmé then Xavier and did her best to ignore the
warmth of Evan’s touch. “Your home is absolutely stunning.”
    “Yes, yes, you must come in and get
settled.” Esmé motioned for them to follow her through the tall double-door
entry into a tiled floor foyer. “Traveling always makes me feel out of sorts
until I have had a good stiff drink. After you freshen up in your suite, then
you may come down to the patio and join Xavier and me for an evening cocktail.”
    “Thank you,” Evan replied. “We’ll be down
shortly.”
    Esmé gave Cassie a wink. “Take your
time.”
    Cassie felt heat color her cheeks, and
she refused to look at Evan to see if he’d noticed Esmé’s suggestive gesture.
    “Dan, if you’ll follow me,” Esmé
continued, “I’ll show you to the guest house.”
    “Thank you, ma’am,” Mr. Jacobs addressed
their hostess. Then he turned to Evan. “Please don’t hesitate to ring my cell
if you need me for anything.”
    “Try to relax and enjoy yourself, Dan,”
Evan responded. “I think I’ve got everything I need.”
    Mr. Jacobs gave a brief nod then followed
Esmé down the hallway to the left.
    “I’ll see you outside. Santie will show you
to