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set its course toward the islands.

      She glanced at her watch. It was time to meet the very handsome Brandon Jarrett.

      Brandon stood near the flower garden, his body shadowed by numerous plants and an abundance of palm trees. He watched Cassie as she left her suite and strolled along the private brick walkway. Like earlier, she hadn’t detected his presence and this gave him a chance to study her once again.

      The dress she was wearing seemed to have been designed just for her body and was definitely working for her, and for him as well. Just watching her made his pulse rate increase. The lantern lights reflecting off the building highlighted her features. Her hair flowed around her shoulders, tossing around her face with every step she took.

      Sensations he hadn’t felt in a long time gripped him and they were of a degree he’d never experienced before. John Garrison’s youngest daughter was definitely a looker and was having an impact on his senses as well as his body. He inhaled deeply. He had to regain control. He had to remember his plan.

      Deciding it wouldn’t be in his best interest to catch her off guard for a second time, he deliberately cleared his throat. When she glanced his way their gazes met. He almost forgot everything, except the way she was looking at him. He had never been swept away by a woman, but he felt that he was now standing in sinking sand and quickly decided, just for that moment, he would forget the real reason he was on the island. The woman was too stunningly beautiful for him to do anything else.

      “I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” she said, coming to stand directly in front of him, giving him a close view of her outfit.

      “Not at all, but any time I’ve spent waiting has been worth it,” he said, taking her hand in his and feeling the way her hand trembled beneath his fingers. In response, he felt his insides quiver and primitive emotions began stirring in his gut. He was discovering just how strong his sexual attraction to her was.

      “Have you decided where we’re going?”

      Her question invaded his thoughts and he wished he could respond by telling her they were going to find the nearest bed. “Yes, the Viscaya Restaurant. Have you ever heard of it?”

      “Yes, I’ve heard of it,” Cassie answered, drawing in a deep breath. “It has an astounding reputation.”

      “I heard that, as well,” he said, holding firm to her hand as he led her through the gardens and toward the parking lot where his rental car was parked. It was a beautiful October night and the breeze off the ocean made it somewhat cool.

      “You look nice,” Brandon said, opening the door to the Lexus.

      She glanced up at him and smiled as she slid onto the car seat. “Thanks. You look nice yourself.”

      He smiled back at her. “Now it’s my time to thank you.”

      “And you are welcome.”

      Cassie watched as Brandon crossed in front of the car to get into the driver’s side. He did look nice in his dark trousers and crisp white shirt and looked the epitome of sexy. Everything about him appealed to her female senses. His walk was smooth and self-assured.

      Before starting the engine he glanced over at her. “The lady at the front desk said the restaurant is only a five-minute drive from here.”

      Cassie nodded. “All right.”

      He pulled out of the parking lot and she leaned back into her seat, her body relaxed. She was looking forward to this evening; especially his company. There was a lot she wanted to know about him and decided that now was the time to ask. “So where are you from?”

      “I’m from Orlando, Florida,” he answered.

      “Disney World.”

      He chuckled. “Yes, Disney World. Have you ever been there?”

      “Yes, when I was about ten my mom took me there. We were there for a whole week.”

      “What about your father?”

      A small smile touched her lips. “Dad traveled a lot and joined us later, but for only a few days.” And then, as if she wanted to know more about him, she asked, “And what sort of work you do?”

      “I’m an investment broker. My motto is ‘If you have any monies to invest then entrust them with me and I’ll do the rest.’”

      “Umm, that’s clever. I like it.”

      “Thanks. And where are you from, Cassie, and what do you do?” he asked.

      Brandon had come to a traffic light and he glanced over at her and saw her nervously rubbing her palms against the side of her dress. Her actions caused him to look at her thighs, the portion her minidress wasn’t covering. It took everything within him to force his eyes back on the road when the light changed.

      “I was born here on the island and I’m in the hotel business,” he heard her say.

      Deciding not to put her on the spot by asking her to expound more regarding her occupation he said, “The Bahamas is a beautiful island.”

      He could tell she had relaxed by the sound of her breathing. “Yes, it is. I take it that this is not your first visit here.”

      He smiled, liking the sound of her sexy accent. “No, I’ve been to the island several times, but this is the first time I’ve stayed at the Garrison Grand-Bahamas.”

      He didn’t think it would be appropriate to mention that he had flown here last year with Jamie in his private plane. It had been then that he had asked her to marry him. She had accepted and they had spent the rest of the week on a yacht belonging to one of his clients, who was also a good friend.

      He was grateful when they pulled into the parking lot of the Viscaya Restaurant. For a little while he was getting a reprieve from having to weave more lies.

      Less than an hour later Cassie had determined a number of things about Brandon. In addition to being breathtakingly handsome, he was also incredibly charming and outrageously smooth. She’d discovered during dinner that he was also someone who was easy to talk to; someone who had the ability to make her feel comfortable around him. And she noticed he had a tendency to treat all people—from the restaurant’s manager to the waiter to the busboy who’d come to clear off their table—with respect. He had made each individual feel important and appreciated.

      “That was kind and thoughtful of you,” she said when they were walking out of the restaurant.

      He glanced over at her. “What?”

      “The way you treated everyone back there. You didn’t hesitate to let them know how much you appreciated their services. You would be surprised at how many people don’t do that,” she said, thinking how rudely her hotel workers were often treated by people who thought they were better than them.

      He shrugged. “It’s something I got from my father. He believed it wouldn’t take much for a person to let others know when they’ve done something right, especially when we are quick to let them know when they’ve done something wrong.”

      “It sounds like your father is a very smart man.”

      “He was a smart man. Dad passed away a few years ago,” he said.

      She glanced over at him and a look of sorrow touched her features. “I’m sorry. Were you close to your father?”

      “Yes, we were extremely close. In fact we were partners at our firm,” he said truthfully. “My mother died of cancer before I reached my teens so it had been just my dad and I for a long time.”

      She nodded and then said, “My father passed away a little over four months ago and my mom a month before that.”

      Brandon heard the pain of her words in her voice and from the light from the electrical torches that lit the parking lot, he actually saw tears in her eyes. He stopped walking just a few feet from where their car was parked and instinctively pulled

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