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different, but they were all interesting and beautiful to her, even the broken ones.
    Paige lay on her belly and reached for the book she’d bought in New London, hoping some reading would trigger her story.
     
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    Deep in her book’s dream world of a handsome hero rescuing an attractive woman, Paige was suddenly distracted by the noises that were growing around her. Returning to her reality, she squinted against the sun to see what all the ruckus was about. She found a bunch of surfers carrying on as they walked out of the water. She went back to her novel, in the midst of a steamy scene.
    “Paige?”
    The voice sounded all too familiar to her, one she’d recently discovered earlier that morning. She looked up and saw her naked intruder. Although this time, he was wet, wearing blue and yellow board shorts and carrying a surfboard. She was much calmer than she’d been after he’d scared the shit out of her this morning, and she wasn’t nearly as pissed off anymore. Now, she was really noticing him—all of him. His brown hair had blond sun-kissed streaks running through it. His eyes were as blue as the ocean he stood before. His body was lean and built.
    Damn, it must be the sex scene I just read.
    “Hey, Tyler,” she tried to say with little enthusiasm. She had to mask the heat that was settling between her legs. It’s just the heat from the sun , she tried to convince herself.
    “Is that her, mate?”
    Tyler nodded as the left side of his lips curved up. He gestured for the guys to leave. He put his board in the sand beside her blanket and took a seat, dripping water everywhere.
    Paige immediately grabbed her bag, pulling it to a dry spot far away from Tyler. He gave her a funny look.
    “My laptop is in here. I don’t want you getting it all wet,” she explained as he settled onto the blanket. “So, I take it you came to Montauk to surf.”
    “I did. I needed a little vacation. Do you surf?”
    Paige shook her head. Her answer was partially true. She had never been the adventurous type. She was a bookworm—always had been, always would be. Being an author was the perfect occupation for her. She locked herself in her office and was perfectly content with her computer and her characters.
    “I would love to teach you,” Tyler offered.
    Paige stood up. “I don’t think so, but thanks for the offer.” She started gathering her stuff. “I need to head back to the condo and try to get some writing done.”
    Tyler helped her shake the sand out of her blanket. He folded it and leaned toward her as he handed it to her. “See you later for dinner,” he whispered and kissed her cheek. He grabbed his surfboard and jogged toward his friends, who were already down the beach a way.
    Paige just stood there, shaking her head, amazed by the way Tyler had once again left her speechless. Part of her was still annoyed by him since he was interrupting her quiet plans for the weekend. Part of her was intrigued. She still knew almost nothing about him. However, she would admit she was slightly attracted to him—just a little.
    She started back to the condo. She tried to keep her head high, almost forcing herself to believe she was going to be okay, but her mind was racing. She thought about the characters in her book and attempted to visualize the next scene. Instead, her mind was immediately consumed with visions of her ex. It had to be the hurt and sexual drought she was going through. Even before she’d left Justin and New York City, it had been months since she and Justin had made love—or had sex. After finding the cheating bastard with his assistant—his married assistant—Paige had wondered if they’d ever actually made love . She thought she’d loved him, but doubt had always crept into her thoughts. The way Justin treated her when they were making social appearances made her skin crawl. For so long, she’d contributed it to their personality differences. As a talent agent, he’d always been