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sensation across the
mark to warn him who was standing nearby. He looked up and found
Raven standing at the end of the bar. The drink name fostered all
sorts of fascinating images, every one of them having to do with
the two of them naked, a variety of silk scarves, and massage oil.
If he wasn’t careful he was going to explode here and now. He
shifted to give his aching balls a little more room.
    “Sure thing, Rae.” The bartender left Brady without
hesitation and mixed the drink quickly, adding a bright orange
stirrer in the glass before handing it to her.
    She offered Brady a brief smile and concentrated on
her drink.
    There was never a better opening. “Interesting drink
name.” Okay, not scintillating conversation, but he was never one
for small talk.
    “The gift shop has a tropical drink book and Mike’s
letting me try every one listed in the book,” she replied, edging
up onto a barstool.
    “Are you going through it alphabetically or by the
most interesting ones first?” he asked, intrigued by her vacation
hobby.
    “Rae’s trying the fun sounding ones first.” Mike
grinned. After catching a look in Brady’s eyes he quickly moved on
to another customer at the other end of the bar.
    “You do pretty well with that board out there,” Brady
commented. “No offense, but aren’t long boards pretty heavy for
someone as lightweight as you?”
    Raven grinned. Brady couldn’t believe that this beach
babe grew up in the Underworld where the a black on black wardrobe,
deathly pale skin, and red glowing eyes were the norm. No way
anyone would assume she was related to Shar.
    “The good thing is once I’m out on the water the
waves do all the work for me. I’m just out there for the ride. As
for when I’m back on land, it takes some muscle to bring it in. I
consider it a good upper body workout.” Her comment immediately
brought Brady’s gaze to her tits. She ignored his less than subtle
perusal and sipped her drink. She smiled and nodded. “This is
definitely another one I like. I’m Rae.” She held out her hand.
    Brady found her skin warm from the sun but not moist
like Shar’s skin had been. He didn’t miss the small shock that
zipped along between their hands and judging from the slight
widening of her beautiful blue eyes, she felt it too. He silently
applauded her for not jerking her hand back.
    “Brady. So are you here for the surfing, Rae?” Damn,
he might be better at this small talk than he thought he was.
    “Sun, sand and relaxation. What about you?”
    Since he’d planned on striking up a conversation with
her as soon as he could, he had his story prepared. But now that
he’d met her and gazed into eyes he felt he could drown in, he
wished this meeting wasn’t deliberate. He wished they could have
run into each other in a bar, talked a bit, he’d invite her out for
dinner, and maybe there was a chance more would happen. They were
going to be there for a month, so there was hope. Instead, in case
Shar had a way of watching, he was determinedly keeping his eyes on
her face and not on her barely covered breasts. Was there a chance
she was tanned all over? He wouldn’t mind finding out.
    “I’m here on some R&R. I’ve been overseas a lot
and wanted some downtime,” he said, knowing his vague answer would
imply he was in the military instead of his usual gig as an
independent contractor. He sorely needed the sharp bite of the JD
he was sipping. Since he’d quit smoking, he needed something to
keep his hands busy. Hell, he felt like a hormonally challenged
teenager. Was there something about Raven that gave off some sex
pheromones? He wouldn’t be surprised given the way bartender Mike
hovered nearby. As it was all Brady had to do is look at the sunny
blonde sitting nearby and he felt his tongue hanging out and his
dick all ready and willing to dive into action.
    Down, boy, he mentally admonished his randy body
part. We don’t want to be pulled down into some demon world, do