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      “If I’m wrong, prove it”

      Dan continued, “What’s the big deal about spending the night on the boat with me, your own ex-husband?”

      “There is no big deal,” Cassie replied.

      Ha! She wasn’t going to admit she couldn’t handle spending the night with him, because it wasn’t true. Okay, there was a spark, a…something. But not some irresistible force.

      “Pam’s coming to meet me at the dock. I need to let her know I won’t be back tonight.”

      Dan tossed a cellular phone to her. “Be my guest. I’m going to catch me some fish.”

      Cassie left a message for Pam and then found Dan casting from the back of the boat. His muscles flexed beneath his tanned skin, and his cute little derriere wiggled as he reeled in his lure. Cocky son of a gun. She’d show him. If he had any notion of a fling to, ah, refresh her memory of them together, he had something else coming. No, scratch that, he had nothing coming!

      No way, uh-uh.

      Dear Reader,

      Fishing probably wouldn’t come to mind when you think of romantic situations. Probably it would come under watching wrestling. But picture being out on the Gulf of Mexico under a cloudless sky, alone on a boat, and not doing a whole lot of fishing. Sounding better, isn’t it? Add the gorgeous guy you thought you were over, but really aren’t, and it gets even better.

      Naples, Florida, is my hometown, and I hope I’ve captured even a bit of the beauty of our waterways and wildlife. I had a lot of fun writing about the places where I’ve spent my whole life. I’ve done my share of fishing, though I’ve never caught a Snook. I have caught the occasional catfish, a rare seaweed-covered rock and, once, the derriere of an unlucky fellow fisherman. Lucky for me, he still married me!

      Enjoy!

      Tina Wainscott

      Books by Tina Wainscott

      HARLEQUIN DUETS

      34—THE WRONG MR. RIGHT

      Special thanks to Jackie Bielowicz, who has given me much guidance over these past few years and who has been an invaluable help.

      Stacy Mullendore, who taught me about fishing and tournaments, and who generously took me out on his fishing charter boat, The Bimini Twist, so I could see it all firsthand. And I can’t acknowledge Stacy without acknowledging his adorable wife, Nettie, who let me borrow her husband before she even knew me. For research purposes only, of course.

      My best friend, Pam Kraft, who let me honor her by putting her in my book and who gave me the very special gift of making me a godmother to her beautiful daughter, Alyssa. And I can’t acknowledge Pam without acknowledging Andy, who’s also a great friend and a funny guy to boot.