‘Nervous? I have no reason to be nervous!’

‘All right, calm down. I realise it’s a big excitement for you, getting out for an evening. Don’t be too embarrassing, will you?’

Jenna locked the door because she hadn’t got out of the London habit. ‘I’m meant to be the one saying that to you.’

‘Going out with your mother would never happen in London. Just promise me that whatever happens you won’t dance.’

* * *

Ryan watched her walk across the sand towards him.

She’d left her hair loose, the way she’d worn it on the day she’d arrived on the island.

Feeling the tension spread across his shoulders, he lifted the bottle of beer to his lips, thinking about the kiss. He hadn’t intended to kiss her but the temptation had been too great, and now he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

He wondered why this woman in particular should have such a powerful effect on him. Not for one moment did he think it was anything to do with her gorgeous curves—he’d met plenty of women with good bodies and none of them had tempted him past the superficial. But Jenna…

Maybe it was her generous smile. Or her air of vulnerability—the way she was so painfully honest about the things that had gone wrong in her life when most people just put up a front. Or the way she put herself last. Either way, she was sneaking under his skin in a way that should have set off warning bells.

If his aim was to protect himself, then lusting after a recently divorced single mother with a teenage daughter was probably the stupidest thing he’d ever done.

She was clearly desperately hurt after her divorce, and any relationship she entered into now would be on the rebound.

But his body wasn’t listening to reason and he felt himself harden as he watched her approach. She’d dressed modestly, her summery skirt falling to her ankles, her tee shirt high at the neck. But the Glenmore breeze was designed to mock modesty and it flattened the skirt to her legs, found the slit and blew it gaily until the soft fabric flew into the air, revealing long slim legs and a hint of turquoise that looked like a swimming costume.

Ryan saw her clutch at the skirt and drag it back into position, her face pink as she pinned it down with her hand, defying the wind.

For a girl who was fresh out of the city, there was nothing city-slick about her. She was carrying a large flowery bag over one shoulder and she looked slightly uncertain—as if she wasn’t used to large gatherings.