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more than one girl come onto this boat all shy and quiet before they got started drinking and flirting with guys, ending up half-naked or more on the deck. So he shouldn’t size up his cute little angel-girl too quickly.
    “Angel,” he called softly.
    She looked up and spotted him across the boat. A pretty smile unfurled across her face as she approached.
    “Glad you made it,” he said with a grin.
    “Anyone sitting here?” She motioned to the few stools at the bar.
    “Nope.” Most of the Party Bargers came to the bar for their drinks, then headed back out into the sun. “You’re welcome to, though, if you want to keep me company while I hand out punch.”
    She climbed up onto a stool, leaning her elbows on the bar. Green—her eyes were a great, marbled shade of green, and she was even prettier than he remembered.
    He motioned toward the big vat of red liquid next to him behind the bar. “Rum punch?”
    “Sure.”
    As he passed her a full cup, their fingers brushed and without quite planning it, he let the touch linger. “I’m Chris, by the way.”
    “I’m Carrie.”
    “Where are you from?”
    “
Maryland
.”
    He nodded. “So, Carrie from
Maryland
, are you ready to party?” he asked, unduly interested in her answer. He couldn’t explain why, even to himself, but something about a cute girl like her ending up in a wild place like Key West , alone—as she’d told him earlier—had him intrigued.
    She looked pensive. “To tell you the truth, I’m not much of a partier. Or a drinker.” She concluded by taking a big sip of the rum punch and the irony made them both laugh. “It’s good,” she said, pointing to the cup.
    “Mixed the tub myself,” he said, winking. “And our rum punch has been known to turn people into partiers, and drinkers. But…if you’re really not into that, this might not have been the best cruise for you.”
    She raised her eyebrows in playful accusation. “You’re the one who picked it for me.”
    “I know.” He flashed a sheepish, teasing expression. “But you looked like a fun girl. I went with my first impression.”
    She stabbed her fists playfully at her hips. “I didn’t say I wasn’t fun. I guess I’m just…not sure what to expect from this.”
    “Well, I could tell you, but that would ruin the suspense, wouldn’t it? And what’s vacation without a little taste of adventure?”
    She looked only half convinced, even as she said, “I suppose.”
    “And hey, who knows, maybe you’ll get into the spirit of things if you try. I’ll even help.”
    “How will you help?”
    “However you want me to.” He let the corners of his mouth curve into a thin smile as his eyes bore into hers. What the hell did he like about her so much? Maybe the fact that she wasn’t coming onto him from the word go? Again, not that he disliked forward women, but flirting with her was different—in a good way. More innocent, maybe, but that didn’t stop him from wishing he could push up her little angel shirt and take a peek at what he suspected were a lovely pair of breasts, didn’t stop him from wondering how it would feel to sink his cock into what was certain to be a pretty little pussy. Hell, maybe the air of innocence about her made him want it worse . “Tell me something,” he said, peering a little deeper into her eyes. “Are you really such an angel?”
    She tilted her head, looking delightfully uncertain and making him wonder just what secrets she might have to hide. “If I’d known this shirt was going to… brand me, I’d have worn something else.”
    His let his gaze dropped unabashedly to her breasts. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
    “Why?”
    He grinned. “Because you look hot in it.”
    He enjoyed the thin veil of pink that suffused her cheeks. Damn, when was the last time he’d seen a girl blush just because he’d said she was hot?
    She cast a shy smile. “You know, it was actually sort of a joke—a shower gift from my sister.”
    He raised his