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The Exumas were a paradise separate from the Seven Seas Beach Club. They were a natural haven free of man’s interference. There was something to be said about the exquisite purity of land left as nature had forged it.
She snuck a peek at Denver as they crossed through the light forest of trees on the island to another beach. He seemed relaxed; the hard line of his jaw was less rigid as he had ceased clenching it, and his lips were faintly curved upward, almost smiling. She was glad. As much as an angry, scowling Denver turned her on, she wanted, needed, to see this softer, sweeter side to him. The side of him that he might show more often if tragedy had not struck his life so early.
“Be ready,” Denver warned.
A moment later they stepped fully out onto another white sandy beach where
