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waved back. The same hottie Sienna had noticed a few minutes earlier. Tall with enormous shoulders. He headed towards Kylie.
    Kylie watched his approach, then flashed Sienna a wicked smile. “Believe me, Si, this is the only lie you’ve ever wanted.” She checked the man’s approach, checked her watch and smiled again. “Gotta run. Later, babe.”
    And she was gone, her heels tap-tapping over the travertine tiles surrounding the pool.
    Dazed, Sienna watched her leave. What the…?
    “Bloody hell!”
    The stunned expletive had Sienna whirling around.
    “Sienna James?”
    She raised her head to stare up, up, up at the man Kylie had waved to. Hottie for sure. His white T-shirt hugged broad shoulders, and low-slung boardies highlighted trim hips and long muscular legs. Never mind hot. Scorching!
    He pulled off a trendy pair of sunnies and stared at her with exquisite green eyes. Familiar eyes. “It really is you. And you still have your freckles.”
    Yeah, compliments of the sun. She had a ton of them.
    The man knew her, of that there was no question. But damned if she could place him. She looked at him questioningly, taking in the silky hair that casually curled around his neck, as though he hadn’t had a chance to cut it in months. Once it must have been pure brown, but the island sun had kissed it, leaving blond streaks woven through the russet strands.
    His skin was tanned gold, confirming her assessment of the time he’d spent in the sun, and his lips—full, gorgeous and ruby-red—were curved in a bewildered smile. At least a week’s worth of stubble shadowed his jaw and upper lip.
    “Hell, Si, you look better now than you did twelve years ago. And man, you looked good then.”
    Recognition hit, the force enough to take her breath away. Suddenly Kylie’s words made perfect sense.
    It wasn’t a lie she’d been referring to. It was a Lye. Or, to be more specific, a Joshua Lye.
    A heart-stoppingly gorgeous, all grown-up Joshua Lye.
    “Josh?” she asked tentatively.
    He nodded. “In the flesh.”
    And, oh, dear Lord, what flesh it was. If the teenage Josh had made her blush like a fool, the very adult version made every nerve ending stand to attention. At sixteen, he’d been cute. At thirty, he was full-blown sex on a stick.
    He sat with a thunk on the deck chair Kylie had just vacated and shook his head in wonder. “Christ, if you weren’t the star feature in every wet dream I ever had…”
    Her eyes popped open. “If I wasn’t what ?”
    “My wet dream every night for years,” he said, his gaze roaming over her face. “How are you, Si?”
    She blinked several times, processing his words, his presence leaving her staggered.
    Josh was here. On the island. Josh Lye. Or, as she, Mack and Kylie had called him, Josh Lie-With-Me. Hmm, nope, hang on. She was the only one who’d called him that, and only when he wasn’t anywhere near. Ky and Mack had called him Josh Lie-With-Si .
    Sienna had only had a crush on him the entire way through high school. She’d have shed her good-girl image in a second if even once he’d shown her any interest. Hell, she’d have tossed her much-cherished virginity aside in a heartbeat for just five minutes with him.
    God, she hadn’t seen him in…twelve years.
    “I…I’m okay.” She finally found the presence of mind to answer his question. “You?”
    His gaze dropped to her chest and then slowly made its way down to her thighs. A grin tugged at his lips. “Good. Never better.”
    Sienna frowned. “You know, you have some kind of cheek, mister.”
    He cast her a questioning look. “I do?”
    “Where do you get off making me the center of your wet dreams, anyway?”
    “Where do I get off?” His lips twitched, as though he tried to repress a bark of laughter. “Uh, you really need me to answer?”
    Sienna resisted the urge to drop her head in her hands and cover the blush she knew blossomed on her cheeks. Shit, that was so not what she’d meant. “Listen up,