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shook himself out of the stupor that was descending upon him. This was a vacation . He wasn’t going to spend it pining for a guy who didn’t chat him up on a friggin’ shuttle boat. Relaxation and good times was his new mantra for the week.
    The shuttle rocked to a stop at a dock that was covered in a hut-like canopy. Vines with white flowers grew up the pillars and wound through the thatch work. The smell was amazing… Sea and sunshine. Standing by to direct them to check in were a couple of super tan dudes with luggage carts and iridescent smiles. 
    Zane stood and watched as Mikey and James raced off like they’d seen naked women at the resort entrance, which left him to fend for himself with Mark. He gestured for the other man to go ahead of him, grimacing at the way he practically pantomimed the action of climbing out—his inner nerd cackling maniacally—and followed after Mark.
    As Zane grabbed onto the support handle to pull himself out, a hand jutted into his line of sight and he automatically grabbed hold in an old-fashioned arm wrestling grip. He expected to look up and meet the eyes of one of the bell men, but instead it was Mark.
    He was holding hands with him. Technically.
    The guy flashed that secret little smile again and to Zane’s utter pleasure, he raised the sunglasses to the top of his head, revealing an awesome pair of green eyes that were holding—and still holding—his gaze. Holy shit .
    “Thanks,” he murmured at Mark and finally loosed his grip. He wanted to say more, but Mikey and James chose that moment to holler at him from the entrance. “ Shit ,” he breathed. “I guess that I’ll uh…see you around then? Maybe?”
    “Sure,” Mark grinned. “It’s a small island.”
    Zane wanted to melt into a sloshy puddle right there on the pier, but he held himself together. Forcing one foot in front of the other, he followed the calls of his friends and left Mark behind. The time wasn’t right. One quick glance behind him and he saw that once again, Mark was oblivious to him, busy yucking it up with one of the resort guys. With new resolve, Zane disregarded his earlier lecture to himself. He’d make it a point to throw himself in Mark’s path as much as possible.
     
     

 
    CHAPTER TWO
     
    Mark finished talking to the bellman and headed inside as soon as he thought Whitlow and his friends had enough time to move on. He was exercising a lot of restraint because it would have been fun to follow Tall, Dark, and Handsome in and listen in on what bungalow Whitlow was staying in. Not that Mark would do anything about it if he knew, but whatever, knowledge is power…or something like that.
    He took his time making his way to the check in desk and out of the corner of his eye he noticed Zane and his friends being directed back out of the main lobby area toward the Mount Otemanu side of the resort.
    Mark chuckled to himself as he skirted past them. His salary didn’t really make a Mount Otemanu bungalow a possibility. It made Mark’s wallet cling to his ass cheek in fear just thinking about it. Guess that was what a guy like Zane could afford, though Mark was thrilled with his own beach view anyhow. It’s not like any part of Bora Bora was the pits and the further Mark was from the actor, the better. Too long in the other man’s presence and he’d say or do something stupid. The cool, aloof persona only worked for short periods of time. Besides, Whitlow was a little too big-time for Mark’s taste anyhow. There was so much pressure there and too much unknown.
    Mark made it to the desk where a beautiful Tahitian woman with a name tag that read “Lea” was typing away on a computer. She smiled warmly in greeting.
    “Welcome to Diamond Water, sir, are you checking in?”
    “Yes, ma’am. It should be under Mark Newland.” He spelled his last name for her and waited as she clicked and perused the information popping up on her screen.
    “Wonderful, Mr. Newland. You’ll be staying in