His 7-Day Fianc?e

Barrett Gail

She picked up a towel and quickly wrapped it around her waist. The modest gesture amused him, piquing his interest even more.

But it was an interest he couldn’t indulge in right now. He plunged back into the water and began counting laps, relying on the exertion to settle his mind. A mile and a half later, his arms and shoulders tired, and the tension pounding in his temples eased. Feeling more controlled now, he touched bottom and waded to the side of the pool.

Amanda waited in a nearby lounge chair. She’d changed, and her snug, sleeveless T-shirt hugged her round breasts. Her hair had dried, and wispy blond ten-drils fluttered around her face. Her shorts bared her elegant legs.

So much for regaining his focus.

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