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it, but then they were sailing smoothly forward. The underused muscles in her arms and
torso ached with each pull of the paddle, but it was the delicious kind of ache, warm and
heady, much like sex with Jude.
You got it, he said and nuzzled her earlobe. He still hadn t removed his hands from
her waist and in that moment, with the sun turning to rust and sinking toward the
horizon, the wind tangling her hair and his warm solid weight pressed to her back& in that
moment, she hoped he never let go of her.
More foolishness, she told herself and concentrated on making the board go straight.
Jude Wilde didn t hang on to anything for long.
Chapter Nineteen
Jude was in an excellent mood. A day of playing tourist, soaking in the sun and natural
beauty of the Keys, followed by sex&
Oh, man, the sex. The off the charts hot sex.
It was all exactly what he d needed and, he suspected, what Libby had needed, too
although he bet she d never admit it.
He smiled to himself and spared a glance for her, sound asleep in the passenger seat,
her cheek pillowed in her hand against the window. Her hair had frizzed from their swim
and the soaking they got from an evening storm as they raced across the marina parking
lot for their car. He resisted the urge to reach over and soothe down the sun-kissed locks.
Made himself focus on the road, but found his hand wandering from the steering wheel to
rest on her thigh. She stirred but didn t wake and he smiled again.
Now the rain tap-danced on the roof of the convertible and lightening zigzagged in the
distance over the ocean as the car sailed the Overseas Highway toward home.
Jude felt better than he had in days. Sure, his back was sunburned all to hell damn
Libby for being right about the sunscreen but even that discomfort couldn t put a
damper on his mood.
Damn near perfect day.
He couldn t remember the last time he felt this light, this free. He could become
addicted to this. To her. Maybe he already was.
Unable to resist, he sneaked another peek her way. Deep in sleep, she looked
completely at peace no worry lines etched into her forehead, no trace of the sour grapes
pinched expression around her mouth. She needed to sleep more, work less, and play
more, he decided and then snorted as he imagined her response to that suggestion. But
someone had to apply the brakes on the race car that was Elizabeth Pruitt or she was
going to burn out her engine. After this was all over, he d talk her into a worry-free day
like today at least once a week. She carried way too much stress and
Whoa. What? After this was over? Goddammit, he was an idiot for even considering an
after with her. No chance. Hadn t she told him as much the night she started their
affair?
It was sex. No emotions. No strings attached. No after. And he d gone along with it
because he was just desperate enough to be with her that he d take her any way he
could. Except an affair had never been what he wanted when it came to Libby. He d loved
her, and had wanted the whole package the night he proposed eight years ago. Libby in a
white dress, vowing to stay with him forever. Her pregnant with his two-point-five
children. The quaint house with the white picket fence, dog, and minivan.
Loved? No, he was lying to himself. Love, present tense. It was still there, strong as
ever, just like their ring in his pocket. But he d be damned before he told her. She
wouldn t accept those words from him anyway. He d hurt her too badly, which had been
his goal and he d done a bang up job of it. Hurt her to protect her. Wasn t he just noble
as fuck?
Uh-uh. And after this was over, she would go back to her life and he to his. That would
be the end of it. He just wasn t sure if he d be able to glue the pieces of his life back
together again once she was gone.
Far less cheerful than he had been moments before, he lifted his hand off her thigh and
focused all of his concentration on the road. Headlights hit his rearview mirror with the
blinding force of laser beams. Where the fuck had this car come from? They were on a
two-lane road out in the middle of the ocean with no on or off ramps. Unless the driver
had been going at least twenty above the speed limit and who would risk that in this
rain? then that car had been following them from the get go. A chill of awareness shot
through Jude s blood and he fumbled in the center console for his phone.
Libby lifted her head, rubbed at the back of her neck and squinted out the windshield.
Wow, it s really raining now. Yawning, she looked over at him. What are you doing?
Find my phone. It s in there somewhere.
She twisted in her seat and dug through the compartment with maddening care.
Faster.
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