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"I do," she admitted.

"What do you think about theWind Warrior?"

"She might be the best boat my father ever built."

He grinned. "Probably. Getting worried about your chances?"

"I'm sure you'd like that, but no."

"You're good, too, Hannah. I shouldhave expected that. Your father was your teacher."

"Yes, he was. My happiest childhood memories are of us sailing together."

"Did your mother like to sail?"

"Not at all. And the more she resented my dad's devotion to boat building, the more she grew to dislike boats. I don't think she's been out on the water in years."

"Did she marry again?"

"She did—four yearsago. Her husband is a contractor, and he's a good man. He treats her well." She paused. "Have you heard any more from your mother?"

"No. I was thinking about texting her, but maybe I should give her some space."

"Maybe. It has only been a day."

"True. Do you want to take the wheel?"

"You're giving up control?"

"I can give up control, especially when there's abeautiful woman involved."

She laughed. "That's a good line. How many times have you said that?"

"I can't remember ever saying it."

"Sure," she said, moving in behind the wheel. She'd thought Devlin would take a step back, but he remained right behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his body. "You must not trust me if you have to hover." She turned her head, feelingthe warmth of his breath on her cheek.

"It's not that I don't trust you," he murmured.

"Then what is it?"

"I like being close to you."

She shivered at his words. "You're a big flirt, Devlin." Distracted, the boat shifted, and she stumbled.

He slid his hands onto her waist to steady her, but then he left them there. If she leaned back, she'd be right up againsthis very muscular chest. She blew out a breath. "Maybe you should take over again."

"You're doing fine. You're just distracted."

"Because you're distracting me," she retorted.

"If you really want me to move away, I will. Or…" He reached past her and put the boat on autopilot. "We could see where this attraction could go…"

He turned her around, and she felt incrediblytorn.

Then Devlin moved forward, putting his hands back on her waist, his gaze questioning as he leaned in, and for the life of her she could not find the will to say no.

And when his lips touched hers, the voice in her head started yellingyes, yes, yes.

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