Hunter's Pride. Lindsay McKenna
complained to her of it, so she figured no one could smell it except her. “You’ve got a nose like a wolf,” she said, laughing a little and taking a sip of her iced drink.
Cocking his head, Dev watched the twilight bathe Kulani like an old-master’s painting. The lamplight cast a golden color across part of her face while the twilight caressed her with darkness, accentuating the raw beauty of her full mouth and her straight, aristocratic nose and high cheekbones. “In my business, all my senses count.” He groaned internally at his words. Somehow, he’d dropped his guard. Damn! He instantly saw Kulani’s dark, thoughtful-looking eyes narrow a little speculatively. He didn’t want to continue to lie to her. Yet if he told her who he was, she’d more than likely get up and leave. The last thing he wanted was an aborted dinner engagement with her. Later, he’d come clean. Now, as he saw the question forming in her eyes, he quickly distracted her.
“So, excellent tour guide from Kauai, tell me about this wonderful old plantation we’re in. I like antiques, and judging from what little I saw as we walked in, this place was very expensive to build. Looks like the owners spared no expense. Teakwood floors aren’t exactly cheap.”
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