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down to her. “Well, I suggest we get some sleep and find out,” he said.

      She hesitated before accepting his hand. As he helped her to her feet, she came up against him. The length of her body brushed against his. When she was up, she remained close, thinking—hoping?—he was going to touch her.

      She thought she might lose all sense of reason and reach out and touch him, place her fingers on his face.

      “No line,” he said softly. “You are...like a flame. I’d give my eyeteeth to be the moth that was consumed.”

      She blinked. His voice was deep, sincere, and yet he was distant. He didn’t even try acting on his words. If anything, they were wistful.

      “Don’t worry,” he assured her, and a dry smile twisted his lips. “I know how to pine from afar.” He hesitated. “You really don’t need to be afraid of me,” he assured her.

      “I’m not afraid of you,” she lied.

      “You’re not?”

      “Only a little.”

      “Actually, you should be. I’m dying to touch you,” he said.

      The breeze whispered. The ghosts of the island, she thought. The cool air caressed her flesh. She was tempted to step forward and tell him that she was afraid, but willing to take her chances anyway.

      Just to be touched.

      To her absolute amazement, she heard herself say, “Maybe you should be afraid. Maybe I’m dying to touch you, too.”

      His hand rose. His knuckles and the back of his hand just brushed over her cheek. His eyes met hers. For once there seemed to be honesty in them. “You’re like a dream, perfect in so many ways.”

      She swallowed hard. “Not perfect,” she murmured.

      He laughed, dropping his hand, easing back a bit. “Smart, gorgeous, sexy...and good on a boat. That’s a dream to me. And I’m insane for saying this. I don’t think that I’m what you want. I don’t know if I can be.” He drew a deep, shuddering breath. “And now we should get some sleep.”

      They stood there for what felt like forever but was probably no more than a dozen seconds.

      “Still want to see the boat in the morning?” he asked.

      “Yes. And I’m not a complete coward, you know.” What did she mean by that? She wasn’t certain herself.

      He smiled and stepped back, and she could almost believe she had imagined a moment more intimate than any she had ever shared.

      “In the morning, then,” he said, and she wondered if his voice was as husky as it sounded, or if she only wanted to think so.

      “Yeah...in the morning.”

      “Should I see you back to your tent?” he teased.

      “I’ll be fine. It’s only a few feet away.”

      He smiled the rueful half smile that seemed to tear away sanity. “I’ll just keep an eye on you from here,” he assured her. “Apparently you didn’t bring your pepper spray.”

      She shook her head, studying him, and lifted her hands. “No pepper spray. Should I have carried it?”

      He groaned, then laughed. “Good night, Ms. Anderson. It’s been a lovely evening.”

      “It is a lovely evening,” she murmured.

      Suddenly he pulled her close, and she thought he was going to kiss her, take her in his arms and really kiss her, and if he did, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

      But he didn’t. He just held her. She felt the electric heat and force of the length of his body, not at all dissipated by the cotton between them. He brushed the top of her head with his lips, then pulled back again. “Go, go on back,” he told her.

      She stepped away, staring at him.

      “Trust no one,” he told her.

      “Not even you?” she whispered.

      “Not even me. Go on.”

      Husky had been replaced by something that resembled harsh. She backed away for several steps before turning to head to her tent.

      When she reached it, she turned back.

      He was exactly where she had left him.

      Watching.

      Somehow, she knew that when she went into the tent, he would remain there, watching—though for what, exactly, she had no idea.

      But he would be there through the night. Of that she was entirely certain.

      Just as she was certain she was the one who was the moth coveting the flame. In her life, she had never actually planned anything the way she was planning it now.

      But there was an ache inside her.

      Whether she burned to ashes or not, she had to touch the fire.

      * * *

      Hands off.

      That was what he had warned the others. They had business to attend to here.

      But there was the other business, as well. And that kept him thinking, curious—and determined to find out everything he could about their fellow campers.

      Clenching his teeth, he reminded himself that it was no surprise that tourists had come to Calliope Key for the weekend. But he couldn’t allow anger to waylay him, nor could he allow himself any emotional involvement. All he could do was seek justice now. And put an end to it all.

      Beth Anderson was a distraction he couldn’t afford.

      Keith swore softly in the night.

      Then he spun, instantly alert at the smallest sound.

      Matt, stretching, looking as if his joints ached and he wasn’t ready to pull a shift on guard duty, eyed him cautiously.

      “Quite a conversation,” Matt said.

      “I couldn’t exactly force her to go back to bed,” Keith reminded him.

      “She’s something, huh?” Matt said, and grinned. Then the grin faded and he shook his head. “It’s dangerous. I wouldn’t want her to wind up...hurt.”

      “She won’t,” Keith snapped out.

      “If she—”

      “She won’t,” he repeated.

      “Hell of a story you told the other night,” Matt said, sounding somewhat sharp, as if the words were an accusation.

      “It’s a well-known legend.”

      “Did you tell it on purpose?”

      Keith shrugged. “Why not? Throw it out there.”

      “Yeah, maybe.” Matt shrugged, looking out to sea—and the yacht. “Nothing?” he inquired.

      “All’s quiet.”

      Matt nodded. “Actually, what else could we expect?”

      “Nothing,” Keith murmured. He looked at Matt. Neither one of them felt at ease.

      “Well, I’m up. You can catch a few winks.”

      “Yup.”

      “You’re not going to sleep, are you?” Matt asked.

      “I’m damn well going to try.”

      “Don’t worry. I know it isn’t your lack of faith in me. It’s just your nature.”

      “Trust me. I’m going to try to sleep.”

      “That’s right. You’ve got a date in the morning, don’t you?”

      “What?”

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