A Prince of a Guy. Jill Shalvis

be hauling you away in a white jacket if you’re not more careful.”

      Carly looked horrified.

      Mrs. Trykowski laughed.

      Melissa came down the hall doing the pee-pee dance. “Gotta go again, Uncle Sean!”

      Sean could only groan, wondering what had happened to his nice quiet life.

      3

      IT WAS NOTHING short of a miracle, but finally, after needing water, a multitude of stories, three bathroom stops, monster checks in the closet and countless hugs good-night, Melissa was ready for bed.

      As they had before, the hugs had stopped Carlyne cold. Her family never hugged good-night. In fact, they never hugged at all, but Melissa hadn’t cared about Carlyne’s reserve, she’d just crawled in her lap, wrapped her thin, bony arms tightly around Carlyne’s neck and squeezed so tight Carlyne could hardly breathe.

      “One more hug,” the little girl pleaded. “Please?”

      Carlyne had something sticky in her hair, grimy handprints all over her, and she couldn’t wait to take a shower, but Melissa wouldn’t let go.

      “I miss my mommy,” she whispered.

      Carlyne’s heart melted, and she found herself stroking Melissa’s hair. “I know, baby.”

      “You smell pretty.” She burrowed her face into Carlyne’s neck. “Like a mommy.”

      Startled by the unexpected lump in her throat, Carlyne held on.

      “Night,” Melissa finally said, kissing her cheek, leaving yet another sticky imprint.

      Carlyne no longer cared. “Night,” she whispered.

      Exhausted, she practically had to crawl to her room, thinking if high-school students were forced to baby-sit, even for one afternoon, teenage pregnancy would vanish.

      Unless good-night hugs were part of the package.

      She was surprised that taking care of one little child could be more tiring than her social benefits and parties, but it definitely was. The thought of multiple children was terrifying.

      And thrilling.

      Sean’s extra bedroom was much smaller than what she was used to. When she shut the door behind her, she was expecting to feel claustrophobic, but that didn’t happen. The room was clean and simple, had a lovely glass sliding door, overlooking the back yard, and it felt…cozy.

      Normally she reserved evenings for herself—when she wasn’t attending one social event or another, that is. She craved quiet time, and she was ruthlessly selfish when she managed to steal it. She’d take long baths, walk or read.

      Tonight was no different, though she had to admit, the need to get away from all the people around her didn’t feel as strong as usual.

      Still, she couldn’t wait to strip down to the buff, to get out of the weight of the disguise of Carly. But instead, her feet took her to the sliding glass door, to the beautiful moonlit night beyond.

      She’d been to many, many places, all across the world, but Santa Barbara was one of the most beautiful she’d ever seen. It was lush and green and fragrant, and in the distance, she could just hear the ocean, pounding the shore in relentless waves.

      But far closer, in the pool just beyond the patio, swimming for all he was worth, was Sean.

      She stepped out of the room and off the patio into thick wet grass that made her want to take off the hideous boots she still wore so her toes could sink in. Before she could stop herself, she made her way to the very edge of the pool.

      The night was clear, cool and fairly quiet, except for the sound of Sean’s long, powerful arms and legs slicing effortlessly through the water.

      One lap. Two. Ten.

      And still she watched, fascinated.

      She could see a flash of smooth, sleek back. A tough, muscled shoulder. A long, lean flank. She had no idea why she felt something deep within her react when there were plenty of gorgeous men in her life. Plenty.

      Okay, maybe not plenty, mostly because whatever men there were in her world, rich and educated and a perfect catch—just ask her mother—all bored her.

      She had a feeling nothing about Sean would bore any woman.

      Not that she planned on finding out. No, she couldn’t add a quickie affair to her current list of sins. An affair, no matter how suddenly tempting, wasn’t on her list of things to do while in the real world.

      Learning who she was and what she was made of…that was her plan.

      Sean, oblivious to her standing there, continued to swim beneath the starlit night until finally he slowed, then stopped only inches from where she stood, his body strong and pulsing and gleaming in the moonlight.

      He was startled to see her. Shoving back his wet hair, he held onto the side of the pool, his chest heaving from exertion. Water ran down his face, over his strong, firm jaw. There was a drop on his lower lip, which he licked off with his tongue.

      “You swim like a fish,” she said inanely, as if she wasn’t wishing he’d pull himself out of the water and give her a view of his body.

      “Swimming is a stress reliever.”

      “Is there a lot of stress in your life, Sean O’Mara?”

      She had no idea why she asked, why the obvious probe into his life. She didn’t want to know about him, didn’t want to become friends, because then she would care. And if she cared, she’d have to feel badly about using him and Melissa, not to mention all the little untruths she’d told.

      Sean didn’t look any more thrilled than she at the idea of sharing. “Some,” he said, then purposely changed the subject. “You’re looking a little worse for wear. Why don’t you try swimming and see if it works for you?”

      “You mean…now?”

      At her surprise, he grinned. “No, next week. Yes, now.”

      “No, thanks.”

      He shook his head, and water flew. A drop hit the glasses that were continuously slipping off her nose, but she couldn’t remove them to dry the lenses or she’d risk exposing herself.

      “Come in,” he said.

      “In the water?”

      He laughed again, and before she could so much as breathe, he reached out with one very big, very wet, warm hand and grabbed her ankle.

      He tugged playfully.

      Panic replaced any amusement Carlyne might have felt. She couldn’t get wet. She’d lose her wig, her glasses, her contacts. Her clothes would cling to her, maybe slip off, and then the truth would be evident. She’d reveal who she really was…and the jig would be up.

      She’d have to go home, and though the day had been nothing short of the most work she’d ever done, she’d loved it.

      Loved it.

      She wasn’t ready to go back, not yet. Please, not yet.

      “Come on, Carly.” His fingers stroked the skin above her ankle.

      Never in her life would she have imagined that spot to be an erogenous zone, but suddenly she had visions of him touching her like that all over.

      His knowing eyes watched as he continued to stroke her in what should have been a completely innocent way, but nothing about Sean O’Mara was innocent when he looked at her that way, as if she could be eaten up in one bite.

      “Come in,” he coaxed. “Swim off the stress.” He tugged on her ankle again, the pressure of his fingers going right through her big, clunky boot. The tingle spread directly between her thighs.

      “No!” she said,