Cassidy had a terrible time hiding her smile as she lay back in the stern of the tiny rowboat. Russell pulled stoutly on the oars, making the dinghy nearly launch with each stroke. His eagerness to return to the sailboat was showing. She did her best to look Victorian and swooning as the pirate dragged her to his lair.
He showed the effects of their afternoon. His shirt had grass stains, a couple of leaves and a bit of branch perched in his hair—right where she’d tucked them in while he kissed her. And now she knew how wonderfully soft his hair truly was.
They had run about like a couple of teenagers. Grabbing a kiss at the very westernmost tip of the island. Slapping her hand against those cut-off jeans of his and discovering a few things about that butt of his. One, his body was just a
