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Quick as she could, she moved her mug up, trying not to spill the coffee, but a little slosh of froth landed on Sawyer Lane’s beard-covered jaw.
She looked up into piercing hazel eyes.
“Sorry.Sosorry.”
Hollis Stanton swiped elegant fingers over his chin.
“It’s pure luck that I didn’t get any on your shirt.”
Her red hair was tucked away under a hat, and huge sunglasses dominated her face. He guessed it would fool someone at a glance.
Sawyer watched her lick her fingers and his cock took a hell of a lot of notice.
Damn. The last thing he needed was an attraction to an actress. His cock had been practically asleep since he’d left the military. He’d been fine with that. Now was not the time for it to wake up and cause problems.
“I wasn’t watching where I was going,” she said. “Sorry.”
She was stunning, even with the ridiculous, oversized glasses perched on her nose. All he could see was porcelain skin, and lush lips. She wasn’t cookie-cutter pretty like a lot of the young actresses he saw on the screen. She had her own look, and it made her unique.
“You tried Island Brew,” he said.
She smiled. “I was in dire need of caffeine.”
He leaned in. “Then you shouldn’t have set your coffee machine on fire.”
“That was an accident.”
“Hey there, Sawyer.” Koa bustled over, holding up a large takeout cup. “Giant Americano, with a touch of caramel.”
“Thanks, Koa. Put it on my tab.”
“Done.” The man’s interested gaze moved from Sawyer to Hollis, then back to Sawyer. “You sit too, Sawyer. Join our lovelyguest here.” He practically shoved Hollis into a seat at a small table. Then he gave Sawyer a shove.
Sawyer didn’t move.
“Kiana’s bringing cookies out for the both of you.”
“Your dad make them?” Sawyer asked.
“Does the sun rise in the east?”
He knew he shouldn’t sit. He shouldn’t get anywhere near Hollis Stanton. He needed to drive over to Kahului and get to work. Paia was small but thankfully only a fifteen-minute drive from the airport and the largest town on the island. That’s where the sherrif’s department office was.
He sat.
Hollis sipped her coffee and gave a quiet moan.
Dammit. He shifted in his chair, his cock hardening further. Did she moan like that when she was turned on?
No. No thoughts like that.
“So, you’re on a break from filming?” he asked.
She froze and looked up. “You know who I am.”
“Well, you definitely weren’t wearing any disguises yesterday.”
A blush filled her cheeks.