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  24 HOURS BUNDLE

  Jo Leigh, Kimberly Raye and Cara Summers

  TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON

  AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG

  STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID

  PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND

  Contents

  Minute by Minute

  Tall, Tanned & Texan

  When She Was Bad…

  Coming Next Month

  MINUTE BY MINUTE

  Jo Leigh

  TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON

  AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG

  STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID

  PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND

  To Cara and Kimberly,

  for many hours of Island fun!

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  [DCWatcher] First…don’t be mad, Meg.

  [MtnVet] Don’t be mad?

  [DCWatcher] Yeah.

  [MtnVet] About?

  [DCWatcher] You need to go to the door.

  [MtnVet] My door?

  [DCWatcher] Ha, yes. Your front door. I’ll wait.

  [MtnVet] Be right back.

  [MtnVet] Alex, what is this?

  [DCWatcher] Tell me what you got.

  [MtnVet] Flowers. Beautiful, I might add. And a pretty big envelope.

  [DCWatcher] I’m glad you like the flowers.

  [MtnVet] Calla lilies are my favorites. You knew that, didn’t you?

  [DCWatcher] I try to pay attention, Meg. Now, open the envelope.

  [MtnVet] Alex????

  [DCWatcher] It’s the island, Meg. I couldn’t believe it when I found it. It’s everything we talked about. The thatched bungalows, the scuba diving, the hammock in the palm trees.

  [MtnVet] We were drunk. It was New Year’s Eve.

  [DCWatcher] I know. I was there.

  [MtnVet] It was a fantasy, Alex.

  [DCWatcher] But it doesn’t have to be. What’s it been, a year now that we’ve been meeting online like this?

  [MtnVet] About that, yeah.

  [DCWatcher] So, here’s the deal. It’s your birthday today. You got me that incredible Mingus album on mine, and I wanted to do something special for you.

  So when I found out about Escapades, I said what the hell.

  [MtnVet] Alex, there’s an airline ticket in here. And a reservation.

  [DCWatcher] Five days, four nights. And don’t worry. The bungalow has a loft with an extra bed and bathroom. I don’t want you feeling any pressure.

  [DCWatcher] Meg, you still there?

  [MtnVet] I am, but I don’t know what to say. We don’t even know each other. This is so extravagant.

  [DCWatcher] We don’t know each other? What are you, nuts? I’ve told you more about myself than any other living human. And honey, the things I know about you…

  [MtnVet] Yeah, yeah. I guess so. I have been incredibly indiscreet, haven’t I?

  [DCWatcher] Don’t worry. I’ll never tell a living soul about your spanking fetish.

  [MtnVet] Alex!!!

  [DCWatcher] Just kidding.

  [MtnVet] Jeez, tell a man one little fantasy.

  [DCWatcher] Say yes, Meg. I know you need this break. You haven’t taken any time off for so long. I don’t know how you’re walking around, considering all you do.

  [MtnVet] I know, but so soon? In two weeks? Oh, man, Valentine’s Day?

  [DCWatcher] Don’t read anything into it. It’s when I could get the reservation.

  [MtnVet] My ass. But it’s sweet anyway. Only, who’s going to fill in when I’m gone?

  [DCWatcher] How about Scott?

  [MtnVet] He didn’t get much out of his last stay here.

  [DCWatcher] But maybe, if you’re gone, your loving patients and their owners will have to turn to him.

  [MtnVet] I suppose.

  [DCWatcher] Meg, you’re stalling. Listen to me. We both need this. I’m tired of just looking at that picture of you, although God knows, you look great. I want to see you. I want to hear your voice, listen to your laugh. It doesn’t have to go anywhere. Hell, it can’t. I’m in D.C., you’re in L.A. But for just five days and four nights, can’t the twain meet?

  [MtnVet] The twain, huh? I’ve never heard it put quite like that before.

  [DCWatcher] Man, do you have a dirty mind.

  [MtnVet] Me? You’re one to talk.

  [MtnVet] Would you really sleep in the loft?

  [DCWatcher] If necessary.

  [MtnVet] And this bungalow. It doesn’t have a TV?

  [DCWatcher] Nope. But it does have room service. And a masseuse.

  [MtnVet] Oh, God. That sounds like heaven.

  [DCWatcher] So what are you waiting for?

  [MtnVet] Alex, what if we hate each other on sight?

  [DCWatcher] How could I hate you? You’re what I look forward to most every day. I leave the damn computer on all the time, just listening for that little tone announcing I’ve got mail. Don’t you get that by now?

  [MtnVet] I’m grinning like an idiot here.

  [DCWatcher] That’s a good start.

  [MtnVet] And that picture of you in the Washington Post? You did say it was a recent one, yes?

  [DCWatcher] Yep. If you weren’t sickened by that, we should be okay in person.

  [MtnVet] Well…

  [DCWatcher] Come on, woman. Take a risk. What’s the worst that could happen?

  [DCWatcher] Meg?

  [MtnVet] Wait, I’m imagining the worst. It’s pretty horrible.

  [DCWatcher] Tropical island. Warm breezes. Pure white sand on a private beach. Drinks with tiny umbrellas in them.

  [MtnVet] Stop. I can’t stand it. Okay. Yes. I’ll go.

  [DCWatcher] It was the umbrellas, wasn’t it?

  [MtnVet] You do know me too well.

  [DCWatcher] So for real? Yes?

  [MtnVet] Yes. Wow.

  [DCWatcher] Wow, indeed.

  1

  IT WAS NOON ON THE dot when the plane, a little propeller job that had flown so close to the ocean Meg could have jumped without a parachute, landed on the island. The view, of rocky cliffs, crystal clear blue waters, and vegetation so green it almost hurt, had stolen her breath, and she wondered if she’d ever get it back.

  It didn’t help that she was scared spitless. Not about the plane; she loved puddle jumpers. He was, theoretically, already here. Since her birthday, she’d hardly been able to think of anything else. She was going to meet Alex Rosten in the flesh. After an entire year of talking to him online in private chats, they were going to be face-to-face in, like, thirty seconds.

  Meg waited until everyone else had cleared the aisle, and then she got her travel bag from the overhead compartment. Her body fairly quivered with tension. Although she was trying to be very Zen about the whole experience, she was failing miserably. She wanted to like him. She wanted to be attracted to him. She wanted him to sweep her off her feet.

  Problem was, she also wanted not to like him so much, to find him more a friend than a lover, and she needed to keep her feet firmly on the ground.

  For a woman
whose biggest single risk up to this point was going to UC Davis instead of UCLA, this little vacation was monumental.

  Her whole life had been swallowed by her work. Since her father had died and left her his veterinary clinic in Diamond Canyon, she’d been working six days a week. But because she was always on call, time off was more a concept than a reality. Her only personal time was when she was online with Alex.

  If they blew this, if the chemistry wasn’t there, then what? What would she do on those nights when by some mysterious grace he was there when she was there, and they talked until they both got stupid with tiredness? Until they laughed at the most ridiculous things ever?

  She needed Alex. Needed to find him on the other end of the computer, needed the possibility that she’d find him. She’d been so fiercely protective of their relationship that they’d never even spoken on the phone. He’d asked, she’d debated, but in the end it seemed safer just to keep the status quo. Which this little trip shattered all to hell.

  “May I help you, Miss?”

  She turned to the steward, sharp in his khakis, thick eyebrows raised. “No, thanks. I’ve got it.”

  She pulled up the handle on her case and rolled it toward the door. Would Alex be on the tarmac or inside? Would she know him immediately, and he know her? And, oh, God, was she supposed to kiss him? Hug? Shake hands?

  Pushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she straightened, took a deep breath and stepped onto the portable steps.

  Blinking in the tropical sunlight, she scanned the small group of people standing in front of the terminal. The heat hit her hard, not because it was so different from the cold Los Angeles winter but because her fear and anticipation had chilled her deeply. When she thought of the things she’d told him in the late hours, the fantasies she’d revealed in lurid detail…It was hard to breathe as her gaze went from one face to another.

  He wasn’t there. The impatient noises behind her sent her forward. It was only eleven steps down, and not that far to enter the terminal, but she had to consciously make her legs move.

  Maybe he’d chickened out. It was possible, right? She’d hear her name over the loudspeaker, a message at the desk.

  Not likely. He’d sent her an e-mail yesterday with his flight information from Dulles. He’d sounded so excited. Which wasn’t fair. Shouldn’t he be sweating this, too? He probably figured in five days and four nights, he was bound to get lucky, so why worry? What she didn’t understand was why she couldn’t see things in exactly the same way.

  Going by his picture—well, pictures—he was a nice-looking guy. Although the photo of him from the Washington Post was too grainy to see him fully, when she’d Googled him, she’d found others. Him with politicians, him getting awards, him being important. He rarely smiled, but there’d been this one…He was alone, leaning against a brick wall, and he looked happy. She remembered finding that picture and thinking about his smile. Such a good smile. Not to mention his expressive eyes and his dark, thick hair. She already knew the most important things about him—that he had a great sense of humor, and that he was really smart, and kind. She should be filled with anticipation—good anticipation, not this sick dread.

  If only she hadn’t been quite so open. If only she hadn’t told him all of her secrets…

  HE SHOULD HAVE GONE outside. Alex ran a hand through his hair as he paced underneath the huge circular clock above the terminal doors. The plane had landed, and he knew she was out there, so what was he doing in here?

  He was behaving like an idiot, like a teenager. At thirty-three, he’d had his share of blind dates, and he’d never given them a second thought. They’d clicked or they hadn’t. No sweat. Of course, he’d never been in a situation like this one.

  He liked Meg more than anyone he’d met in a hell of a long time, but it was all online, and that wasn’t the truest test. Not by a long shot.

  His buddy Craig had met a woman online. Through Match.com. They’d talked for three months. She’d lived in Brussels, and Craig had liked her so much he’d paid for her to move to D.C. It was a disaster.

  She’d used him, lied, made up just about everything about herself, except for her name.

  If Meg had done the same thing, Alex was screwed in more ways than one. Not just because they’d be in such close proximity for five days, but because, despite his best intentions, he had expectations. Which was always, always a mistake.

  Don’t hope, you can’t get hurt, right? Everyone’s got their own agenda, and the smiles and the handshakes don’t mean shit. He’d been in Washington a long time, and he’d learned not to underestimate the depth of deception in the human heart.

  No, he wasn’t going to think about D.C. He’d spent all day wondering how the press was reacting to his latest column. It was either going to be a scandal worthy of congressional investigation, or a blip on the radar, buried somewhere in the back pages. It was out of his hands.

  “This is ridiculous,” he said, startling the woman next to him. He gave her a smile, then stepped out to meet Meg. And stopped.

  Oh, Christ. She was perfect.

  MEG BLINKED. It was him. She gripped the handle of her bag as she stared. He was so much more than she’d pictured. Taller. Darker hair. Brighter smile. And his eyes were filled with a pleasure she could hardly comprehend.

  “Wow.”

  “I’ll say.”

  He laughed, and it did things to her insides. Then he took the few steps needed to be close. Close enough to touch. “Nice to meet you, Meg Becker.”

  She grinned. “Nice to meet you, too.”

  He looked at her. Really looked. First at her face, his eyes crinkling in the bright sunlight, then slowly down her body. He didn’t pause, but he didn’t rush.

  She’d worn a pale green, sleeveless button-down blouse and beige capris. Comfort was her goal, as the trip from L.A. to Florida had been a long one, and then the hop to the island, of course. She’d left her hair down, and it occurred to her that she should have brushed it. Put on fresh lip gloss. At least checked to make sure her makeup hadn’t smeared.

  When Alex’s gaze rose again, he didn’t seem displeased. Not if that incredible smile was any indication.

  He had to be at least six feet tall. He was wearing a pair of well-worn jeans and the softest looking shirt. The sleeves were rolled up a couple of turns, showing the dark hair, not too thick, on his arms. It wasn’t buttoned all the way up, either, so she could see the suggestion of hair on his chest. It made her want to touch him. Feel if his hair was as soft as the sleek cream shirt. If his chest was as hard as she hoped. Altogether, he was kinda built and surprisingly sexy.

  She laughed. She wasn’t even sure why, except, oh, God, here she was on a tropical island with a man she was seeing for the very first time and they’d been together two seconds and already she wanted to plaster herself to his chest.

  Alex laughed, too. It was a great sound. Deep, rich. Quite yummy. Lord, he had dimples. Not little teeny ones, but long commas next to the smile lines bracketing his mouth.

  “There’s not a flight out until tomorrow,” he said, “so it’s too late to turn back now.”

  “I don’t want to turn back.”

  “Thank God. How about I take you to see the island?”

  “Sounds great.” She stepped closer to him, expecting him to back up and lead her to her baggage, but he didn’t move. His eyes had softened, lost their humor but not their spark, and the smile that had been there since he’d opened the door drifted, leaving him with parted lips and a look that told her that no one was going to be using that loft, after all.

  2

  CHARLIE HANOVER LOWERED THE POST to his lap as he swung his leather chair around. He had a great view of the Washington Monument from his office and when it snowed like this he’d often sit and stare for long stretches, just letting his thoughts go where they may.

  So Alex Rosten had officially gone ’round the bend. Charlie smiled, letting the moment have its due. That bastard Rosten had
been a thorn in his side since college. Charlie didn’t care how many times Rosten denied it, he had been the one to start those rumors of plagiarism when they’d both been up for the Balakian Award. It was no coincidence that Alex had won.

  Charlie figured he’d be done with Rosten after that, but no. They’d both been up for jobs at the Post at the same time, and, again, no coincidence, Alex had triumphed. But now that Charlie was covering Washington for the New York Times, Alex could kiss his ass. Although he didn’t have to now. With this column, Alex wouldn’t have a source left in Washington, or anywhere else for that matter, who’d give him the time of day.

  Picking up the paper, he read the article again. He’d give Alex credit—he focused on his own errors of omission. He’d spilled the beans about Senator Allen’s birthday bash in Hawaii two years ago. The celebration had been an obscene display of wealth, with everything from barely dressed dancing girls to troughs of the most expensive champagne and caviar in the world. The total price tag had been in excess of two million, most of it taxpayer money. That little detail hadn’t hit the papers, even though there had been a large contingent of journalists sipping the bubbly and enjoying the view.