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to walk. She felt his eyes on her the entire time.
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Miguel watched her walk away and slip back between the boards of the fence. He wanted her. Badly.
Holding onto her soft hand, he could hardly think of anything else but dragging her closer and crushing
her mouth under his. Was she that soft all over? Did her wild streak translate into the bedroom?
He was no fool. Despite her refusal to engage him at the bar, he recognized the interest in her eyes.
The extra swing she d added to her hips last night to tease him when she walked away had only served to
confirm it.
He shook his head in an effort to dispel the image of Samirah s dark, wet skin in the revealing suit,
but it didn t work. The triangular material of the bikini left little to the imagination, not doing a very
good job of covering her generous breasts, which overflowed over the top and sides of the barely there
material. The thin straps appeared ready to snap, unable to contain their immense package.
He stared into the pool, remembering her fluid movements in the water. A woman like her would be
perfect. They could have a brief affair that ended when she left. No demands for a relationship and no
unwanted publicity.
Miguel made his way back into the house. It might be fun to get to know her better. Maybe it was his
lucky day. Maybe fate had served her up on a platter for him after all.
Chapter Four
Samirah took a quick shower, shampooed her hair, and blow dried it straight. She pulled her hair
back and slipped on a tank top and a comfortable pair of jeans before returning to the kitchen.
From the window, she could see Miguel s house, and her heart still raced after seeing him again.
Although she realized he could have complained about her, somehow she d managed to dodge that
bullet.
Her brother Adam had gotten her this job, sourcing it through his international placement firm. It
had been a lifeline because she d become upset over the difficulty she d experienced finding another
steady job after she was let go from the hotel. She couldn t risk giving her brother s company a bad
reputation. He would never forgive her if she did. Hell, she would never forgive herself.
Samirah returned to the task of cooking dinner and had the pot simmering on the stove when a taxi
pulled up outside the gate and her employers descended. Geneva s limited mobility had prompted them
to hire outside help. Cost had been no object, as Thomas was a retired executive from a top investment
firm. The Hills had been living in Cuenca for almost five years, lured by the low crime rate, comfortable
year-round climate, and the low cost of living.
They were two very active seniors, and the limitations brought about by the accident curtailed their
activities. They had photos on the walls and in albums showcasing their pastimes, including horseback
riding, sports fishing, and cycling.
Samirah watched Geneva use her walker and move gingerly up the walkway. As they rounded the
corner of the house, she went to the front door and flung it wide.
 Hey, there, how was it today? she asked in a cheery voice. She d learned right away Geneva did not
like her therapy sessions, and she could be grumpy for hours afterward if she and Thomas didn t find a
way to lift her spirits.
 Horrible. Simply horrible, the other woman grumbled. She set her walker at the bottom of the
three steps she had to climb.  Thomas, stop hovering, she snapped over her shoulder.
Seeing the man s exasperated expression, Samirah gave him a sympathetic smile and wink over his
wife s head.
 Come on, Geneva, you know he s only trying to help. She retrieved the walker and set it inside the
door.
 I can do it myself, Geneva said.
She placed her hands on the black handrails Thomas installed after her surgery. Geneva had missed
her footing on these steps and broken her hip when she fell. Samirah had heard Thomas say on several
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