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The cabin door closed behind Asha with soft click, but it may as well have been the bone-jolting slam of a prison door.
There was no going back.He'd willingly agreed to do this, and it was far too late to back out.
Scrubbing a hand down his face he wondered how he would make it through fifteen nights sleeping in the same room as the woman who drove him crazy just by breathing.
Sarah.
Just thinking about her had his body tightening and relaxing simultaneously.
How that was even possible was beyond him, but he had six feet three, a hundred and ninety-five pounds of evidence to prove it could.
Dragging in a deep breath he willed his body to calm down.He hadn't even seen her yet and he already knew it was a losing battle.
Two years and six months of fighting his own body's reactions to Sarah Adair had done nothing to reduce the affect she had on him.If anything, the pull he felt toward her had intensified.
And he'd be fucked if he understood it either.
She was twenty-six to his forty-two.Five-feet five and barely a hundred and twenty pounds—and that was if she wore soaking wet snow gear.
He was old enough to be her father for fuck's sake.
A whole generation separated them.
They should have nothing in common.
Except they did.He couldn't deny it.
Asha had never gotten along with a woman the way he did Sarah.It wasn't just his physical reaction to her that drew him either.Her intelligence, her humor, her taste in books and movies and food...
Shit.He was fucked.
How the hell was he going to keep his hands off her when they were trapped together on a damn boat.
In the same damn cabin.
He eyed the room.
A cabin that only had one fucking bed.
He glared at the neatly made bed as though he could split the fucking thing in half with his vision.
Keeping away from Sarah was hard enough when they live in the same small town.When she worked down the hall from his office.When it was her voice more often than not coming through his radio.
He shook his head and moved deeper into the cabin.There was no point standing around overthinking everything.The best course of action was to get on with it.
He'd made a commitment and he'd stand by it.He was a man of his word—a man of honor—after all.
Walking toward the balcony door he dropped his bag on the far side of the bed and stepped up to the glass.It took him a moment to work out how to get the door open and when he did the heat of Miami slammed into him.
He wasn't a fan of hot weather—which was stupid considering he'd agreed to this tropical cruise—but right now he needed to get out of the room.The walls felt like they were closing in on him.
Stepping out, he closed the door behind him to keep the cool air in and hot air out, and moved to the railing.Forearms resting on the top, he looked down at the dock.
The activity of loading the ship with food and whatever else it needed for fourteen days of cruising kept him distracted and entertained for a while, but it wasn't long before his mind drifted back to Sarah.
He'd never wanted any woman the way he wanted her.Not even his ex-wife.Which probably explained why that union hadn't lasted long.Only long enough to leave scars, and though he hated to admit it, his failed marriage had kept him from putting himself out there, to allow himself to be that vulnerable again.
