Keep Looking At Him

Chris pulled the outboard engine clear of the water, and the bottom of the dinghy scraped onto the tiny strip of gravelly beach edging the island, and Lara concluded, "That's a terrific suggestion." Even while it was luxuriously comfortable, the yacht's major flaw was that it provided no way of escape if the debate became too heated. And it had veered dangerously close to disaster when she made the mistake of bringing up the subject of wanting to be needed. Her feelings for Chris, which she had been fighting so hard to keep hidden, would have burst out in a matter of minutes.

She was able to reorganize while hiding behind her camera. She photographed wild geraniums and flamboyant poppies, as well as daisies and plants in mauve and white, while they were enjoying a spectacular last bloom before winter. She took a picture of the yacht, which was anchored comfortably in the secluded bay. Chris's beautiful smile, his chiseled profile, his lashes dipped to half-mast