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tried to hide his disappointment, but probably failed miserably. The job was perfect, everything he’d been working and waiting for. A great opportunity, an interesting subject and a challenging location.
    Lena didn’t seem to pick up on his lie, though; she was understandably preoccupied with her own disappointment.
    “So there’s no reason you can’t go with me. Come on. Fruity drinks and lounge chairs on the beach. Sleeping late, five-star meals. You know you want to.”
    He opened his mouth to say no again, but as her eyes went misty with unshed tears, Colt realized it was a losing battle. When she said, “Please, Colt, I need you,” it was the final nail in his coffin.
    “Fine.” He sighed, and tried to ignore the tremble of her bottom lip when she wrapped her arms around his body and squeezed tight.
    “Thank you,” she whispered against his skin, her nose buried in the crook of his neck.
    Her breath tickled and something thick tightened in the back of his throat. He ignored it.
    He held her, knowing what she needed right now more than anything was a friend. But the moment was interrupted when a loud knock sounded on the door.
    “Lena, let me in.” A man’s voice boomed through the closed door.
    Colt didn’t have to ask who was on the other side. The stiffening of Lena’s muscles beneath the circle of his arms said it all.
    Jerking away from him, she faced the door, but didn’t actually move to open it. “Go away, Wyn. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
    “Fine, but your mother gave me your suitcase.”
    Lena cursed under her breath. “Of course she did. Remind me to thank her.” She rolled her eyes and grimaced. “Right after I kill her.”
    Shaking her head, Lena headed for the door. Colt reached out to stop her, but she was too fast. “You don’t have to let him in.”
    “I do if I want any clothes to wear on the island. I wonder how long it took my mother to realize she could hand Wyn the perfect excuse to make me see him.”
    Not long, Colt guessed. The woman was flighty, but she was also calculating. From everything Lena had told him about her childhood—which wasn’t much—he’d gathered her mother had spent her entire life moving from man to man—and dragging Lena behind her. Her only valuable skills seemed to be charming and wheedling her way into whatever she wanted.
    The minute Lena opened the door, Wyn pushed past her. However, he slammed to a halt the minute he saw Colt. With a dark scowl on his face, he said, “What’s he doing here?”
    Colt knew Wyn had never liked him, but then the feeling had been mutual, so he didn’t exactly hold that against him. What he did have a problem with was the way he’d treated Lena.
    She deserved better.
    “Give me one good reason. That’s all I need,” Colt promised in a calm and even voice, taking a menacing step towards him.
    Lena inserted herself in the middle, splitting a hard stare between them. Tension simmered as they both glared across the top of Lena’s head.
    “Stop it, both of you.”
    Wyn took a step forward, but she planted her hand hard into the center of his chest, stopping him in his tracks. The minute her palm collided with him, she recoiled. A knowing smirk touched Colt’s lips and he enjoyed the way Wyn’s mouth tightened into a hard line.
    “Thanks for returning my suitcase. You can go now.”
    Wyn tried to reach for her, but she scooted backward, straight into Colt. For a minute she jerked the other way, but as soon as her mind caught up and she realized he wasn’t a threat, she leaned gratefully against the solid line of his body.
    “Lena, we need to talk,” Wyn said, grinding the words out between clenched teeth.
    “I have nothing to say.”
    “Okay, then just listen.”
    “I don’t want to hear it. All I want is for you to leave.”
    “Look, we still have the honeymoon. Why don’t we go away? See if we can fix this. I mean, see if I can fix this.”
    Lena shook her head, sadness clouding her