Nat hardy was true to his word. He kissed her only once. She might just as well have been struck by lightning only once!
It was too much too soon. Had Leda Savers left Newport to escape one man she couldn't trust only to fall, instantly, into the arms of another? She'd come to the tiny island of Bequia to manage Corn's Charter Service. Had her fiery will to prone herself evaporated in the Caribbean heat? Yacht captains, Leda knew, mere bred for arrogance, hot tempers--and amorousness. Nat was a roguish exemplar of the breed. Yet here in the flower-scented night, in the arms of this jet-haired blue-eyed giant her proud Yankee heart was in danger of capsizing and she was drowning in waves of desire.
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