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them for a moment. She watched him, probably wondering if he was joking.
    It’s no joke. There’s nothing funny about this at all.
    Grant swallowed. “I suppose you’re right.”
    “About what?”
    “About the fact that we probably shouldn’t sleep together. It would certainly complicate things. We’ve got my sister’s wedding coming up, and if I might be working for you on several other weddings—”
    “Right,” Anna said, taking a step back. “That would be complicated.”
    “How about we just go back inside to look at the photos and call it a night?”
    She glanced at the house, then back at him. “Here’s the thing: if I go in there with you right now, I’ll have my clothes off in five minutes.”
    All the blood drained from Grant’s brain. “Remind me again why that would be bad?”
    “And I’ll be on my knees in front of you with my hand on your fly and—”
    “You know, this blunt thing shouldn’t be such a turn-on.”
    She smiled. “I’m just saying. If we’ve agreed to keep things professional, me going into that house with you right now would be a really dangerous thing.”
    “I’m a Marine. I’m used to danger.”
    She slugged him in the shoulder, not hard, but enough to leave him craving more of her touch. She sighed. “Seriously, how about you just email me some photos or something?”
    “Tell you what,” he said, trying to regain control of his libido. “You wait right here. I can dump a bunch of photos on a thumb drive for you. You have a laptop here in Hawaii?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good,” he said. “You can take the photos with you and look them over tonight. If you like what you see and you want me, I’m yours.”
    He heard the suggestive edge to his words the second they left his mouth, but he didn’t take them back. Anna nodded, finding her voice at last. “That sounds good.”
    “Okay then,” he said, stepping away from her and moving toward the house. “I’ll grab your tote bag, too. You want to take home some leftovers for your sister?”
    She shook her head. “You really are the perfect fucking host.”
    “Sorry. I’ll work on being a bigger asshole.”
    She smiled. “Thank you.”
    Grant nodded and turned toward the house. He felt her gaze on his back and for an instant wondered if she could see right through him. See everything—the secrets, the lies, the betrayals.
    He shook off her gaze and stepped through the door.

Chapter Six
    Anna stood in the kitchenette of the little rental condo and began pulling things from her tote bag, her brain still reeling from her evening with Grant. Had she really walked away from the promise of hot sex with a perfect guy?
    Is he really all that perfect, or is it an act?
    Across the room, Janelle stood up and stretched as she made her way into the kitchen. “A coconut? A flash drive? A Tupperware container?” She studied the pile Anna had made on the counter. “Is that a handbag or a clown car?”
    “The slaw is for you. The coconut is for pie. I’ll give you a piece if you’re nice.”
    Janelle grinned. “From the beard burn on your throat, I’d say Grant must’ve been very nice. Did you give him a piece?”
    Anna swatted at her sister with a dish towel, but Janelle danced out of the way, laughing. “Oh, come on—dish!” Janelle urged. “I want to hear all about it.”
    “There’s nothing to tell,” Anna said, turning her back as she shoved the slaw into the fridge and tried to cool her flaming face. “Yeah, we might have fooled around a little, but we decided it was a bad idea.”
    “Why on earth would it be a bad idea to tongue-wrestle with a sex god?”
    “Because we’re trying to maintain a professional relationship.”
    And also because I’ve got the world’s worst track record when it comes to judging men and relationships, Anna amended silently as she busied herself trying to find something she could use to crack the coconut.
    “So he’s going to be our wedding photographer?”
    “I’m not