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while I had the attention of Mr Adonis. I snapped the lens cap of my camera in place. “Are you one of the tour guides?” I asked. I knew he was a local from his accent. I assumed he worked for one of the area resorts.
    He chuckled and shook his head. “No, but I’m guessing from the braids in your hair and the way you’ve been looking at the falls you’re here on vacation.”
    I blushed. “Is it that obvious?” I asked while I self-consciously patted my corn-rowed head. The braids had seemed like a good idea the day before. It was so hot in Jamaica compared to the Pacific Northwest.
    “I think they look sexy,” he said, as he reached out and rubbed one between his fingers. My stomach did a flip-flop at his touch.
    “I’m Marcus,” the hunk said and extended his gorgeous right hand. I had always had a habit of noticing a man’s hands. I extended mine also and his large, warm hand enveloped my own. “I’m not a tour guide, but I am a local, born and raised in Jamaica. I know as much about the falls as any of the paid guides, maybe more.”
    “My name’s Rayne, it’s my mother’s maiden name and I’ve always hated it. It’s a long story,” I said and rolled my eyes. I stopped chattering long enough to use the opportunity to look at Marcus up close, without the interference of my viewfinder. I took in his rich brown skin, caramel-coloured eyes and muscular body. Nice. Very nice.
    “Are you going up the falls? That will never make it if you are,” he said and looked pointedly at my camera.
    “No, I hadn’t planned on it. This is my first, and only, day here. It’s the last stop on this group tour of Jamaica I am doing. I haven’t had nearly enough time to see all the sights. I realise now I would’ve been better off planning the whole trip myself. Live and learn, I guess,” I told him with a shrug of my shoulders. “This is the whole reason I came to Jamaica. I’ve always wanted to come to the falls, I’m a painter.” I stopped and looked down at the digital camera in my hand and added, “And a photographer.”
    Marcus flashed a brilliant smile. “Wow. So there’s a possibility that I could be famous?” He must have seen the confusion all over my face because he added, “After you paint a portrait of me that will surely bring in millions of dollars.”
    Either he was arrogant or he somehow knew about all those pictures I’d snapped of him while he had been jogging. Either way, I decided my best move was to play it ultra cool. I took an extraordinary amount of time removing my lens cap and focusing my camera before I answered him.
    “And what makes you think that you’re a worthy subject anyway?” I asked as my shutter closed around the lush green foliage and rippling water.
    “Touché,” Marcus said with a chuckle.
    I paused from the task of snapping pictures to get another look at him. My eyes raked over the rippling biceps, the prominent cheek-bones and full, sensuous lips. He exuded a touch of a bad-boy air. I decided it had to be the mouth. No man could be a good guy with a mouth like that. I licked my lips and wondered what kind of magic Marcus’ mouth was capable of. I shook my head to try to get my mind out of the gutter.
    “So, if you’re not a tour guide what do you do for a living?” I asked him.
    “I work in the tourism industry here.”
    I looked at him as if to say, Aren’t you going to tell me more? When he didn’t, I decided it didn’t really matter. Not yet, anyway.
    “Maybe I can show you around,” he said as he pointed his head in the direction of Dunn’s Falls. “The falls are beautiful, but I know a few other places where you may want to get some pictures.”
    Oh, if only he knew what kind of pictures I wanted to take. I could think of about a thousand, and all of them involved a naked Marcus.
    “Okay, that would be amazing. What are you doing later on tonight?” I asked with a flirtatious smile.
    “Nothing,” he said with a shrug.
    “You want to