When he relaxed against the seat, she studied him
from behind her sunglasses. Jack Stone might be more
interesting than she had thought, more complicated than
the superficial player she’d heard about.

She couldn’t help but notice the sheen of water
caused his wavy hair to glisten blue/black in the sun. Or
the chiseled planes of his face were nearly perfect, except
for the tiny crook in his nose, probably the result of a
jealous boyfriend’s revenge. Or the way the muscles in
his long legs bunched and relaxed every time he moved.
He was like an exquisite animal, lazing in the sun before
he went off to devour a hapless fawn. She smiled at her
over-active imagination.

She leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the wind
whip her hair dry as the boat cut across the waves,
determined not to be one of those fawns.

All she needed was another man who could hurt her
with his lies. Especially one like Gary—he was the last
in a long line of men who acted like they wanted her but
were only after a deep and meaningful relationship with
her father, R.L. Morgan, and his money. So, she’d sworn
off men for a while. It was a promise she intended to
keep. And no amount of Jack Stone charm would make
her break it.

Besides, she knew practically nothing about him.
He’d only been working at R.L Morgan’s direct
marketing and internet retail business a little over a
month, but long enough for her to hear he had a
reputation as a man fond of fast cars and faster women.
Other than that, he was a mystery.

An irresistible mystery.