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everyone just calls me Walker." Abruptly , he turned and strode along the dock. He continued along the pebble beach, in the opposite direction from which he'd come.
     
    Skye smothered a giggle. "I can see why!" And what did he mean, ‘ Future reference ? ’ Hell could freeze over before she would choose to cross his path again.
     
    Her first thought was to call the realtor and complain. They had, after all, promised her complete privacy. She ha d been most insistent on that when booking the cabin. She didn 't want noisy neighbo u rs destroy ing the peace and tranquility of this wonderful place. No campers, no boaters and especially no screaming children, just her own space in which to do as she pleased for the next month.
     
    But logic kicked in.
     
    The San Juan Islands were well known for attracting fishermen and women. The guy had probably moored his boat somewhere along the coast, and followed the shoreline until he found a suitable place from which to fish. No big deal. However, now that the cabin was occupied, Skye sincerely hoped that he woul d respect her privacy. Other than the mailman, with the occasional letter from Debbie or John, she didn't wish to see anyone during her stay.
     
    Skye picked up her cup, and shuddered in disgust as the cold liquid hit the back of her throat. She made her way back to her car, retrieved her suitcase from the trunk, and carried it into the cabin.
     
    The cabin was very well equipped with cable TV, VCR, and an impressive stereo system. Skye could live without a television, but music was a different matter and she was glad she had brought a selection of her favorite CDs with her.
     
    In the centre of the main room was a huge stone fireplace , which stretched across one wall. The floors were polished and scattered with native Indian rugs. A large leather sofa sat invitingly in front of the fireplace. Full-length windows opened onto the deck, where the owner had left wicker chairs in which visitors could sit an d admire the wonderful scenery.
     
    Skye carried her suitcase into the bedroom and started to unpack. Not only was there a king - size bed, and an open fireplace, but the room also had full-length windows that opened out on to the deck. A hand stitched quilt with matching comforters covered the bed. Sh e ran her fingertips over it and marveled at the hours o f work involved to complete it.
     
    Once settled she would call Debbie t o let her know she had survived the journey. By that time, it would be getting close to midnight in London , a perfect time to call John , at least he wouldn't be able to trace her call. That was the disadvantage of working at the cutting edge of technology and having a business partner who was her self-appointed ‘big brother.’ Without wasting anymore time, she set off to explore the cove and surrounding woods.
     
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    After terminating his conversation with the woman, Walker made his way through the trees to the lodge. He hadn't expected the cabin to be occupied so soon, and was surprise d when he saw the small, solitary figure on the dock. He vaguely remembered receiving a letter from the realtor advising him that the cabin had been let , but f or some reason thought the tenant was male . If he’d known it was a woman, he would have told the realtor not to accept t he booking.
     
    The aroma of coffee had alerted him to someone's presence, reminding him how long it was since he ha d eaten breakfast. Screened by the tree line , he watched the woman who was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a baggy red sweater , stroll down to the dock. He had the feeling the sweater hid a soft and curvaceous body — the sort of body a man could bury himself in, until he forgot who he was. The gentle breeze lifted her thick, shoulder length auburn hair, reminding him of the colo u r of leaves in fall. He imagined it would be soft and silky to the touch, and appeared just long enough for a man to tangle his fingers in. U nable to tear his gaze