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    Those searing blue eyes met hers again, but this time they danced and glittered. She had seen him look at her like that before, and suddenly the ocean breeze wasn’t enough to cool her. Flames burst within her, desire pooling in her core.
    He gave her a small smile. “Are you seeing someone?” he asked softly. She studied him a moment and shook her head.
    “Well then, I would hope the chica bella would at least give me a chance.”
    Beautiful girl. She blushed, but at the same time the anger and uncertainty rose. She was so torn when it came to him. Give him a chance? Mierda , she had handed him nothing but chances. He would stay for a few weeks or months, and one day out of nowhere tell her that he had to leave the next day, or worse, in a few hours. The time he was here was nothing but sheer bliss as they did very little but love one another. Sure, she had to work, but the time with him was always nothing short of magnificent.
    It was when he departed that the problems began. No, he couldn’t say where he had to go. He was unable write, or call or text or email. She wandered from day to day wondering if he were alive. For many months after he left, the worry kept her up at night, settling into her gut as a tight knot. Whether it was sheer exhaustion or the simple fact that there was no way for her to fix situation, the worry eased a bit. Just as she decided that maybe it was time to move on, he showed up again, his timing as accurate as the World Time Clock. Frankly, she had grown tired of giving him chances. Well, being honest with herself, she simply didn’t think she could take it anymore. If he was able to tell her he’d be staying, that would be something different…but he never did.
    She looked down at the ground, noticing that she had spilled something on her white tennis shoes. She slowly shook her head, and met his eyes again. “I don’t think this chica can take any more chances.” Tears welled in her eyes.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Landon winced at her words as if a fist hit him instead of a few highly accented syllables. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he had to convince her to give him another chance. He needed her like the ocean needed the tide. Thoughts of her kept him warm at night, whether he slept on some cot that was too small, or in some trench he had dug. Seeing her face in battle always renewed his desire to stay alive. He had nothing—no family, no home...just her. Before him stood the motivation for his miserable to heart beat in his chest for any other reason than it had to, and Landon hoped, prayed and wished with everything in him that he would be able to stay this time, that there would be no goodbye.
    But he didn’t know that yet, and Landon wasn’t about to tell her things or make promises he couldn’t keep.
    He had to convince her to be with him while he was here and quickly decided he wasn’t above begging. However, before getting to that point, he would try a few other things.
    Crossing his arms over his chest, Landon studied her. Sweet Jesus, his memory of her didn’t do her justice. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her white tank top hugging the curves of her chest while the black shorts were snug against her slim hips and upper thighs. He let his gaze drop to her long brown legs to her white tennis shoes. Flashes of them making love went through his mind, and his groin responding accordingly. It certainly wasn’t a good time to get an erection.
    But what killed him a little bit was the shimmer in her eyes. Landon hated being responsible for it, and knew he would hurt anyone who ever made her cry, and wondered how he could punch himself in the face and do some damage.
    “Hey, sweetheart,” the guy next to him slurred, “bring your pretty ass over here and get me two more beers.” The guy took another sip from his cup, turned and whispered something to his friend, making them both laugh.
    Landon closed his eyes, feeling his anger spike,