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knots by a camera slinging Don Juan.”
    “ Yeah, well, I’m not slinging my camera anymore, am I?” Not for a period of two years in the state of Texas, which was mighty inconvenient since that was precisely where he lived. God, he’d been an idiot to ink that deal. Or, more accurately, to believe the people he’d sold his business to would carry on with what he’d started the way they were supposed to. “And just because I photographed them in their bedroom doesn’t make me a Don Juan.”
    “ No, but I’ll swear you came out of the womb seducing women. Must’ve gotten extra pheromones or something because the nurses couldn’t keep their hands off you. I thought your dad and I were going to have to restrain your mother to keep her from killing a few of them who tried to hog you for themselves.”
    Zade shrugged and sipped his O.J. “Yeah, well, if I’ve got something special, it doesn’t work on all of them.”
    Arlo straightened from his list and waggled his pencil. “So, that’s it.”
    “ What’s it?”
    “ Janie.”
    “ What about her?”
    Arlo grinned and ran this thumb through his mustache. “She shut you down.”
    Hell, yes, she had. The term “young man” had ping-ponged around in his head for way too long last night, though he’d short-circuited the bad juju with a wicked fantasy of a certain redhead and a white-knuckled orgasm that had left him light headed.
    “ I’m glad.” Arlo yanked open the stainless steel bar fridge and scanned the contents. “A challenge is just what you need to forget about that whole business deal. If you can unwind a little, you’ll find a solution. But remember what I said about Janie’s situation.”
    Women shrieked and loud splashes sounded from the pool. Four women fussed and swiped water off their perfectly oiled bodies as their male counterparts surfaced from the churning water. At the center of the cannon-ball brigade, a lanky dark-haired man shook his head like a dog and splattered a woman perched on the pool’s edge who gave another ear-splitting shout.
    Devin and his college entourage. They were nice enough and came in handy for beach sports, but acted closer to twelve than twenty-two. How they’d managed to coordinate, book, and travel together without getting lost was purely a miracle.
    Janie probably had him lumped in the same category. A challenge, indeed.
    The men’s guffaws trailed off and a few of them straightened to their full height, shoulders pushed back. Every eye was aimed opposite their slim and trim cheering section.
    Janie.
    Damn. No wonder Devin’s posse had puffed up and thrown down their best caveman poses. Unlike the neon string bikini-clad women poolside, Janie wore an ivory one-piece. Classy, and though simple, it emphasized her killer curves and lifted her generous breasts up for male exaltation. With a see-through matching sarong draped around her hips and her hair piled on top of her head, she was an outrageously fuckable work of art.
    She sashayed around the chaotic college crew and aimed toward the quieter side of the pool in full sun. Adjusting her movie star sunglasses, she scanned the lounge chairs.
    Nope. None available that wouldn’t put her smack between other guests. Great when you were up for meeting new people, not so much if you were after peace and quiet. Considering the death grip she had on her beach bag, he’d bet conversation wasn’t on the agenda.
    She paused, surveyed the pool’s perimeter, and re-directed herself to the towel cabana off to one side.
    Oh, hell. He’d appreciated her perky ass yesterday, but paired with her softly tanned thighs today, he wanted to do a whole lot more than appreciate. More like bend her over, stroke the back of her thighs and—
    “ What’s she doing?” Arlo’s voice slashed through his fantasy.
    Towel tucked under one arm, Janie meandered through the shade of the tall palm trees lining the far edge of the pool area, this time checking the rowdier side for any