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photographer, published in various magazines, she was at the top of her game, and was generously compensated for her talent. Recently she had been contracted by Sensual Designs. The company specialized in high quality original cover designs for authors. Kaelyn had hired twelve models, five male and seven female, for the photo shoot, and then booked one of the penthouse suites at the Beaumont Hotel for the intimate shots. After a long seven-hour day, the end results were sensational. As soon as she finished editing the photographs, she would email them to the CEO for approval. Her photos had the potential of gracing the covers of numerous best-selling authors’ books from around the country. She was giddy over the idea of stepping into the grocery store and seeing one of her original poses on a paperback.
    Kaelyn put the camera aside, rose, stretched, and then padded through the small cottage, admiring the white walls she recently had painted. Tomorrow Mackenzie was planning to come over for margaritas while they hung framed samples of her work on the bare walls. New wood flooring would be her next renovation project, and finally a small photography studio she hoped to have constructed out back next spring. For now she was using one of the two bedrooms as her office.
    As her eyes traveled around the house in admiration, Kaelyn thought about all the years she spent dreaming of finding a house near the beach and when Mackenzie contacted her last year about a short sale, Kaelyn had an agent put in the offer. Once the bank accepted her terms, she packed up her cramped downtown condominium, said goodbye to Chicago, and moved to Delaware. Her mother had yet to forgive her for leaving their hometown, but Kaelyn knew a lot of it had to do with Joyce Robinson being fearful of her only child stepping out into the big bad world all by herself. The fact that her former college classmate not only lived in Sheraton Beach all her life, and even reassured her mother the city was one of the safest in the country, still wasn’t convincing enough. Kaelyn released a heavy sigh. Her mother was definitely a piece of work, but she had been raised by a single parent and wouldn’t have traded her for anything in the world.
    Kaelyn stepped across the aging linoleum into the kitchen and decided to make herself a cup of coffee. While she waited for the pot to brew her favorite Starbucks blend, she leaned against the counter with her arms crossed, listening to seagulls high in the clear blue sky outside. It was going to be another beautiful day at the beach.
    By the time the coffee was ready, she heard gravel kicking up in the driveway, followed by the rumble of an old truck. With nervous bubbles stirring around in her stomach, Kaelyn made her way down the hall to the front door. She then waited until she heard heavy footsteps coming onto her wooden porch, before she swung open the door.
    “Good mor—” The rest of her greeting died as the man’s head slowly lifted, and she felt a jolt of recognition as she gazed into an arresting pair of eyes so familiar, her mouth rounded to an O.
    She couldn’t believe it.
    It was him! The man who’d haunted her dreams all night.
    He looked up from a clipboard and studied her for a long moment, his chocolate eyes probing, while his lips curled into a slow wicked smile. She swallowed, and felt a tingle of nervousness that was quickly replaced with desire. Gawd, he was gorgeous!
    “Good morning.” There was that slow, sexy voice again.
    She just stared at him. She had no idea what to say. But that didn’t stop her from creaming her panties.
    Well over six feet tall, her deliveryman was bronzed and gorgeous—just the way she liked it. Up close and personal her previous assessment had been right on point, his sculpted body was clearly the product of hard work. His hair was cut low, outlining the shape of his head, and there was that rough stubble along his angular jaw that was oh so sexy. A diamond stud pierced