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breaking his beautiful neck made her unthinkingly blurt out, ‘You should be careful.’
    ‘At the moment I’m under strict instructions to relax.’ A slow smile that made her tummy flip spread across his lean features. ‘And suddenly,’ he confided in a husky drawl that made Georgie’s skin prickle, ‘that doesn’t seem such a bad idea.’
    Was he flirting with her…? Georgie dismissed the thought even before it was fully formed.
    ‘I was actually wondering about the night-life…?’ he went on.
    ‘Night-life?’ she parroted. The distracting shadow of dark body hair visible through the fine fabric of his shirt was making it hard for her to concentrate on what he was saying.
    ‘As in nightclubs.’
    ‘Nightclubs?’ she echoed as though he were talking a foreign language. ‘Here?’
    His beautifully moulded lips quirked. ‘No nightclubs.’ She shook her head. ‘Restaurants…?’
    Georgie’s eyes had got even wider. ‘I think you might have got the wrong place. There’s the teashop next to the post office—they do a great cream tea—and the fish and chip shop, but… Are you laughing at me?’
    ‘You’re delightful.’
    Even though she realised he probably meant delightful in a cutesie, cuddly, clumsy puppy sort of way, she couldn’t stop smiling.
    ‘And this feels like the first time I’ve laughed in a very long time.’
    Georgie was pondering this enigmatic statement when a football landed in her lap, spraying sand all over her. There was the sound of laughter as she sprawled inelegantly backwards onto the sand.
    ‘Jack Kemp!’ she yelled, spitting out a mouthful of sand as her stepbrother approached. She struggled into an upright position and glared at the guilty figure.
    ‘What’s got into you?’ asked the freckle-faced twelve-year-old. ‘It wasn’t hard,’ he added scornfully.
    Clicking her tongue, she threw the ball back, with an admonition to be careful. ‘And five minutes only,’ she cautioned, glancing at her watch. ‘I promised I’d get dinner tonight,’ she reminded him.
    ‘Sure…sure, Georgie,’ Jack called back before loping off down the sand.
    ‘Georgie…?’
    ‘Georgette,’ she said with a grimace. ‘My family call me Georgie. That’s my stepbrother,’ she explained, nodding to the skinny running figure.
    She turned as she spoke and found he wasn’t looking at the distant figure of the fair-headed boy, but at her. There was a sensual quality in his dark-eyed scrutiny that sent a secret shiver through her body; the condition of her nipples was less a secret as they pressed against the stretchy fabric of her bikini top.
    She looked around red-cheeked and mortified for the shirt she had discarded. She found it in a crumpled heap under the sun cream; hastily she fought her way into it.
    ‘I will call you Georgette,’ he pronounced.
    She was never going to see him again, but as far as Georgie was concerned this man could call her anything.

CHAPTER TWO
    ‘HOW old are you, Georgette?’
    Georgie flirted briefly with the notion of coming back with a cool, Old enough, but she knew she’d never carry it off. Besides, how mortifying would it be if he laughed?
    ‘Twenty-one,’ she responded more conventionally.
    ‘Will you come to dinner with me?’ he asked without skipping a beat.
    Her eyes, round with astonishment, flew to his. ‘Me…you…?’
    ‘That was the general idea.’
    Georgie swallowed before running her tongue over her dry lips—they tasted salty—and she looked at him suspiciously. ‘You’re not serious.’ She tried to laugh but her vocal muscles didn’t co-operate.
    ‘Why would I not be?’ She shook her head, flushing as his gaze became ironic. ‘You are the most attractive woman on the beach.’
    ‘I’m the only one under sixty without a husband and children,’ she rebutted huskily, ‘so I’ll try not to get carried away with the compliment.’
    Who was she kidding? Her entire life she had thought of herself as an average sort of