Shea's hands were shaking as she stripped off her clothes and tugged on the unfamiliar bathing suit. It was a one piece and should have been modes but it was cut so high at the thighs, so low in the back and front she felt as if she were wearing nothing. No matter how much she tugged at it, a large amount of skin was still exposed.
"Sissy," she chided herself. "You wouldn't be doing this if you didn't want to."
And it wasn't just the tempting thought of the hot, bubbling water after the hours on horseback that made her agree to this. No, it was the image of Miguel Cruz Castillo half naked, waiting for her. She couldn't put this all on him. From the moment he'd walked into her office she and her libido had been waging a battle royal. If she weren't drawn by his blatant sexuality, by the e
