Yet there was that little girl fantasy in her that had held out hope that Will would see her as more, that he would fall in love with her and they could live happily ever after.

Catalina sighed. That was long ago; they were different people now and the past couldn’t be redone...and all those other stupid sayings that really didn’t help in the grand scheme of things.

And it was because she was still so tied up in knots over this man that she needed to escape Alma, fulfill her own dreams and forget her life here. She was damn good at designing and she couldn’t wait to burn her uniforms and sensible shoes, roast a marshmallow over them and move on.

“We’re not going anywhere for a while.”

Catalina jerked her head around. Will was standing on the bottom step, his hands braced above him on the doorframe. The muscles in his biceps flexed, drawing her attention to his raw masculinity. No matter how much the inner turmoil was caused by their rocky relationship, Catalina couldn’t deny that the sight of his body turned her on like no other man had ever been able to do.

“There’s some major damage to the starboard side. I thought maybe I could get it moving, but the mechanics are fried. I can only assume the boat was hit by lightning as well as banging into the dock repeatedly.”

Catalina gripped the plush comforter beneath her palms. “How long will we be stuck here?”

“I have no clue.”

He stepped farther into the room and raked a hand over his messy hair. Will always had perfectly placed hair, but something about that rumpled state made her hotter for him.

“The radio isn’t working, either,” he added as he sank down on the edge of the bed, facing her. “Are you ready for some pain medicine since we’re going to be here awhile?”

She was going to need something a lot stronger if she was going to be forced to stick this out with him for too long. Hours? Days? How long would she have to keep her willpower on high alert?

“I probably better,” she admitted. “My ankle’s throbbing pretty good now.”

Will went to the bathroom. She heard him rummaging around in a cabinet, then the faucet. When he strode back across the open room, Catalina couldn’t keep her eyes off his bare chest. Why did he have to be so beautiful and enticing? She wanted to be over her attraction for this man. Anything beyond what happened in that cabin would only lead to more heartache because Will would never choose anyone over his father and Rowling Energy and she sure as hell wasn’t staying in Alma to clean toilets the rest of her life waiting to gain his attention.

Catalina took the pills and the small paper cup of water he offered. Hoping the medicine kicked in soon, she swallowed it as Will eased back down beside her on the bed.

“Dammit,” he muttered, placing his hand on the shin of her good leg. “If we hadn’t been arguing—”

“We’ve argued for weeks,” she told him with a half smile. “It was an accident. If anyone is to blame it’s me for not watching where I was going and for trying to stomp off in a fit.”

“Were you throwing a fit?” he asked. “I don’t remember.”

Catalina lifted an eyebrow. “You’re mocking me now.”

Shaking his head, he slid his hand up and down her shin. “Not at all. I just remember thinking how sexy you looked when you were angry. You have this red tint to your cheeks. Or it could’ve been the great sex. Either way, you looked hot.”

“Was that before or after I was sprawled face first in the sand?” she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“You can’t kill sexy, Cat, even if you’re eating sand.”

The slight grin he offered her eased her worry. Maybe they could spend the day here and actually be civil without worrying about the sexual tension consuming them. Maybe they had taken the edge off and could move on.

Well, they could obviously move on, but would this feeling of want ever go away? Because if anything, since they’d been intimate, Catalina craved him even more.

So now what could she do? There was nowhere to hide and definitely nowhere to run in her current state.

As she looked into Will’s mesmerizing eyes, her worry spiked once again because he stared back at her like a man starved...and she was the main course.

Thirteen

Thankfully the kitchen was fully stocked and the electricity that fed the appliances hadn’t been fried because right now Will needed to concentrate on something other than how perfect Cat looked in his bed.

Tags: Jules Bennett Billionaire Romance
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