“Someone was always telling me what to do, so now that I’m all grown up, I like to call the shots.” He crooked his finger to bring her in closer. “Especially in bed.” Adam smiled at her flustered reaction to the outrageous comment. “Pick you up in ten.”

When he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw her fuming, he laughed. And then he decided to use his ten minutes to stop by Grace’s pharmacy to get some pain medication before his arm literally fell off his body.

Abby stomped back to the Beachcomber, irritated with herself as much as him. His high-handedness drove her crazy, but what drove her even crazier was that she was turned on by it. Who knew she liked a man who took command and got things done? Thirty minutes after she suggested they get tattoos, he’d had her at the island’s only tattoo studio.

She’d managed to resist his suggestion that she put the tattoo somewhere people could see it. She hadn’t completely lost her mind, but she’d enjoyed the pleasurable pain of being inked. Next time, she might put the tattoo where it could be seen. Why not? What did she care if people saw it?

By the time she’d stomped up the stairs to her third-floor room, she was breathing hard and mad at herself. Why hadn’t she listened to Adam and put the tattoo somewhere visible? What good was it if no one knew she had it? She rifled through her suitcases until she found a pair of faded jeans and pulled them on.

So much for her new, go-wild philosophy… She now had a tattoo no one would ever know she had unless she got down and dirty with them, and since she made her deal with Adam, she wouldn’t be getting down or dirty with anyone but him. Not that the idea of getting busy with him didn’t cause her girl parts to tingle with interest, but she wanted other people to know she was different now. Not just Adam.

The first chance she got, she was going back for a second tattoo, and this one would be somewhere more visible. Pleased with her decision, she grabbed a sweater and headed downstairs to meet Adam, who was waiting for her in the street outside the hotel.

He smiled when he saw her coming, and Abby felt her earlier irritation yield to the excitement of another adventure with him. Halfway down the stairs, it occurred to her that she was probably too excited to be going out with him. She had to remind herself to keep her emotions out of it. They were having fun, not a relationship.

When she joined him at the curb, he plopped the helmet onto her head and adjusted it for her. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Slide on and put your arms around me. Hold on tight.”

“Where do I put my feet?”