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The sun hung low over the private stretch of beach, painting the waves gold. Paige Steele had just finished a long day of shoots and needed the quiet. She walked barefoot along the waterline, salt air on her skin, when she noticed him. Tall, shirtless, water dripping down a hard, sun-warmed body. Their eyes met. Something electric shot through her. She didn’t look away. Couldn’t. Her pulse jumped, heat pooling low as she slowed her steps, lips parting slightly. Whatever this man was, she already wanted him.