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Lainie stared at him.

It wasn’t fair that he’d been genetically gifted with the blond-haired, blue-eyed looks of a careless beach boy, the crooked grin of a man who didn’t sweat the small stuff. He’d also wound up with the preternatural athletic talent to be one of the top skiers in the world, a millionaire, a media darling.

And with, of course, the preternatural ego to go with it.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere in New Zealand, embarrassing yourself on camera?” She could cheerfully have bitten her tongue the minute the words were out.

As for JJ, he just grinned. “And here I didn’t think you cared. You keep track of me. I’m flattered.”

“I keep track of hurricanes, too. Mostly because I’m hoping they’ll go somewhere else…”