Too bad it couldn’t melt the chill inside. Three days she’d been here, and she was no closer to an answer. She used the time to relax and unwind from the stress of what had happened in New York. Stress from making the restaurant successful, too, pouring her heart and soul into the place. She hadn’t realized how tightly wound she’d been from that alone. Should she call Gray? She missed him. But would that solve anything, or just make things worse? She didn’t know what to do. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Shielding her eyes, she peered up at a man standing under her grass umbrella. Her mouth immediately went dry. The man smiling down at her had tanned skin, natural, if she had her guess. Raven hair was swept back from a face that would make Antonio Banderas weep from shame, and his teeth were a slash of white in his angular face. He was tall and wearing Speedo swim trunks that barely covered the essentials and left not one thing to the imagination. More than being gorgeous, he was imposing.
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