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professional man spent their summer days outside? No late afternoon shadow on his cheeks, so she still wasn’t convinced he could grow a mustache, but that wasn’t so bad. Smooth skin wouldn’t irritate the sensitive skin on her chest.
    Like Mason, he was almost a version of her perfect fictional romantic hero.
    Oh, crap. Jane hadn’t... There was only one way to find out.
    “Are you...supposed to be here?” Casey couldn’t bring herself to ask if he was being paid.
    Tyler smiled, and reclined back on his elbow. “What do you mean?” He propped one leg against the back of the couch and stretched the other toward the floor.
    “I mean...” But how to ask Tyler, tissue-breathing, nose-bleeding Tyler if he was the escort without insulting him? Or would he be embarrassed? Were escorts proud of their jobs? “What do you do for a living?”
    Tyler smiled a semi-come-hither smile. It would have worked better without the remnant of tissue stuck to the corner of his mouth.
    “What do you want me to do?” Spoken like the male version of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
    She sat down hard on the edge of the bed. If Tyler was the escort, that meant Mason was just some guy. Some guy she’d just attacked in the elevator. Her face burned. He must think she was a real piece of work.
    Not that it mattered; her hopes for spending the next seven days turning Mason into Mr. Right Now for her pleasure and for the book were dashed.
    She doubted he would be interested in anything with Mr. Nosebleed on the couch. And even if he was, she wasn’t. She had a rule: one man at a time.
    “Are you in...” She grasped for the right word, finally choosing, “Sales?”
    Tyler shrugged. “More or less.”
    Sighing, Casey said, “We’ll get to that later.”
    Right after she killed Jane. How could she do this? Setting Casey up with a guy was one thing, making sure they were sharing a room was quite another. She was capable of getting her own men, thankyouverymuch, and deciding when to invite them in or leave them out in the cold.
    “For now, let’s just say I know why you’re here.” At his surprised expression, she placed a wry grin on her face. “Jane spilled everything before I checked in. But that doesn’t mean anything—” She waved her hand between them. –“Is going to happen between us.” She picked up the trash can filled with tissues. “Does this happen much?” Casey wasn’t sure if she meant the nosebleed or rooming with a client. Thankfully, he didn’t ask.
    Lounging against the sofa, Tyler said, “Hardly ever. It usually only kicks in when I’m in a dry climate. The last time I visited my folks in Arizona I practically needed a blood transfusion.”
    She watched out the window as the ship began to make a slow turn toward sparkling blue water. “But this is southern Florida. We’re on the ocean. It’s not dry here.”
    He shrugged. “I know. That’s why this is so weird.”
    A tiny giggle bubbled up from her chest, then grew to a full-blown belly laugh. Really, this was too much. First getting dumped, then that crazy headline in the paper and Jane’s revelation. She thought she found Mr. Right Now, and went so far as to attack him in the elevator, only Mr. Right Now wasn’t in the elevator. He was bleeding all over her bed. It was just her luck to get stuck with a nose-bleeding escort. A man now looking at her like she had grown two heads.
    Great, he thought she was nuts. Perfect.
    Two sharp raps on the door interrupted her thoughts. Motioning to him to stay on the couch, she walked to the door. Maybe January found a spare room. Or would invite Tyler to share her own cabin.
    Mason Drury lounged in the doorway. Thumbs tucked in his front pockets, shoulder supporting his weight against the jamb, legs crossed at the ankle. He looked like an Obsession ad.
    Double crap.
    She scooted forward a few more inches, pulling the door closed along with her. Angling her body so he—hopefully—couldn’t see around her to