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'Eavesdropping?' Damian had silently come up beside her.

She yelped and dropped the container of yogurt she was holding. 'No,' she lied, caught in the act. 'I was just checking the expiration date.'

'Uh-huh.' A disbelieving grin tipped his lips.

She studied him, noticing a more relaxed expression on his face. Less tension, fewer stress lines. 'You seem to be in a better mood.'

He shrugged. 'Appearances can be deceiving. I’m still trying to figure you out.'

'I had you so confused it affected your mood? I'm flattered.' She couldn't help but grin.

'Don't be. You're a female, hence you were put on this earth to perplex men.'

Micki was oddly flattered by his comment. After all, he'd called her a female and she'd worked hard for him to notice her in that way.

She glanced at her half-full cart. 'I've gotten what I need for the next few days.' She kept her eyes focused on him, watching for his reaction.

'Next few days?' His gaze darted to hers. 'When did that happen?'

She attempted a casual shrug. 'You and my uncle thought I should stay here until the scandal blew over. I decided you both had a valid point'

'The hell you did. For some reason I can't begin to understand, you decided you want to stay. What we think has nothing to do with it.'

So he already knew her that well, did he? Telling him the truth wouldn't hurt. 'I decided I'd be a fool to leave paradise too soon.' She just didn't intend to define paradise, which wasn't just this island but anywhere Damian Fuller happened to be.

'I might buy that excuse if you hadn't been champing at the bit to leave here, if not today then first thing tomorrow. What changed?'

'Everything.' She shot him a big smile. 'So did you pick up what you needed or do you have to do more shopping?' she asked, deliberately changing the subject.

'I have to shop,' he said through gritted teeth.

'Okay I'll just wait upfront.' She started to push her cart forward but he stuck a foot out, stopping her.

'Don't get too friendly with the locals,' he warned her.

'Why not? Do they bite?'

'Funny,' he muttered, grabbing her cart, and then took off down the aisle.

She didn't know how or when, but the teasing and flirting with Damian had suddenly become second nature. It came easily in a way it hadn't before.

She wondered what had changed beyond her dress, and realized it was her perspective. Not just of herself as a woman capable of attracting this man, but of Damian himself. He was no longer an icon she feared or a guy with no substance who wouldn't give her a second glance. Now that she viewed him as a man with thoughts and feelings, she could treat him the same way she did the other men in her world, like Roper or her clients. Except for that added attraction, of course.

She could easily become addicted to the sensations taking over her body. She'd seen his reaction to her as she'd come down the stairs. Seen it in his eyes and seen it in his pants. As much as she blushed at the thought, she reveled in the attention so long denied.

She'd already been fortunate in his sisters' choice of clothing. Obviously the items in the closets and drawers were chosen with their husbands in mind. Micki doubted they brought those pieces for trips with their kids in tow. Especially the brand new lingerie with tags still attached. She planned to wear one tonight and would be happy to leave payment and a note of thanks, she thought wryly. No way would she give Damian advance notice of her intent. Micki was counting on the heat of the moment to carry them away.

Since she was already driving Damian insane, she decided to listen to him and not talk to anyone in the store. Instead she walked outside, purchased a snow cone and settled onto one of the benches she'd seen earlier.

On her first lick, the frozen ice reminded her of the days she and her sisters would buy this kind of treat when they were young. She curled her legs beneath her and sucked the juice from the cone, letting the cold refreshment ease the humidity and heat clinging to her skin. She shut her eyes and just enjoyed, hoping this was the first of many more pleasurable activities to come.

DAMIAN HEADED for the grocery store exit. His bags weren't in hand since Pops never allowed him to load his own car and Damian had long since stopped arguing. The older man thought that since baseball was America's favorite pastime, it was somehow his duty to serve Damian. Pops was a stubborn cuss and Damian had no choice but to give in. Unfortunately that meant it would be a little while before Pops got all the bags into the Jeep.

Damian stepped out into the heat of a sticky summer afternoon that was quickly turning to evening and immediately saw Micki. She sat on one of the benches he'd never paid much attention to until now and enjoyed a basic summer pleasure, one usually reserved for kids. But the woman eating the snow cone wasn't a child and the images she evoked as her tongue worked at the rounded head of the cone were for adults only.

Her eyes shut tight, her tongue covered the ice as she delicately licked the treat, then followed with her lips as she drew the snow cone into her mouth. Sucking. Pulling. Drawing every last drop inside her mouth and down her throat.

His groin tightened at the sight and the erotic visions that filled his mind weren't a huge leap. Not for a man on the edge of sanity.

A jarring, noisy sound broke his concentration and he looked up to see Pops walk out, pushing the shopping cart filled with his bags of groceries. At least he wasn't planning to carry the load to the Jeep one bag at a time.

'I noticed she's with you.' Pops angled his head Micki's way.

Damian cleared his throat. 'My agent's daughter.'

'That's what I call mixin' business with pleasure.'

Damian couldn't tell if Pops was issuing condemnation or just statement of fact. 'What makes you think it's more than just business?'

'I saw the Post,' Pops said. 'And the News. You know we get it flown in late.'

'Yeah.' Damian knew. He'd just pushed the article out of his mind, hoping his island retreat was far enough away to forget things for a little while.

'You never brought anyone down here before.' Pops pierced Damian with his best silvery-eyed stare.

'Never had to, but she needed a place to hide out till the speculation died down.' Damian squinted into the late-afternoon sun, wondering when the inquisition would be over.

'I dunno what that craziness is about, but she looks like a nice enough girl. Mary said she reminds her of Ronnie,' he said, referring to Damian's baby sister.

Normally that kind of statement would kill any building desire. When it didn't, Damian realized that Micki had a more powerful hold than he liked.

He glanced at Pops. 'That ought to convince you I'm just doing a favor for a friend.' For added luck, Damian crossed his fingers behind his back.

'Yeah well, Mary also said she looks like a keeper.'

As if Pops knew the conversation was over, he pushed the cart toward the Jeep.

Damian looked over at their topic of discussion. Oblivious, Micki had begun licking the liquid dripping from the bottom of the cone.

Drawing a deep breath, Damian strode over and cleared his throat.

She glanced up, red juice on her chin.

'Ready to hit the road?' he asked.

She'd been sitting cross-legged and, on hearing his voice, her feet hit the floor. 'Ready.' She glanced around. 'Is there a garbage pail near here?'

He took the paper wrapper from her hand, walked to the curb and tossed it in the trash. Pops, he'd noticed, was still loading the groceries into the back of the Jeep.

Micki, in the meantime, had begun licking her fingers and he couldn't resist the temptation to stare as she sucked the juice off her fingertips one by one.