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Her breath escaped in a stuttered whoosh. Gloriously naked. From the top of his seal-wet dark hair to his big tanned feet and everything—she meant everything—in between. And—she gulped—there certainly was a lot of in between.

She must have made a sound, because Chase stopped shaking water from his hair and lifted his head, his stormy eyes zeroing in on her with laser-point accuracy.

Eve’s gaze flew upward and her mind came to a screeching halt.

For a long, breathless moment they stared at each other, the memory of last night like a blaze across the fifteen feet separating them. Finally an arrogant dark brow rose up his bruised forehead, galvanizing Eve into action. She squeaked out an ‘Oh!’ slapped a hand over her eyes in delayed reaction and half spun away, aware that her entire body had gone hot. Because the image had been burned onto her brain for all time.

An amused baritone drawled, ‘Enjoying the view?’ and Eve could have kicked herself for reacting like a ninth-grader caught in the boys’ locker room.

‘What … what the heck are you d-doing? ’ she squeaked.

There was a rustle of fabric, then his amused voice drawled, ‘It’s safe now, Dr Prim. You can look.’

Eve’s eyes snapped open and she found him barely a foot away, looking all cool and damp and … amused, darn him. But ‘safe’ was hardly a word she’d use in connection with the sexy, grumpy pilot. Especially on a storm-ravaged beach, with that dark, dangerous aura surrounding his half-naked form and with him looking as if he belonged in this wild, deserted place.