“I’m a contractor, not a porn site owner,” David replied. “I was hired to build an addition to the resort.” He cocked his head, sliding both hands—including the camera—into his shorts pockets. “I was just checking out the scenery.”

“So I noticed.”

“I have permission to be out here. What about you?”

“Me?” she asked, her cocky glare flickering with guilt.

“I don’t recall there being public sunbathing on this side of the hotel.”

“I wasn’t looking for public sunbathing for obvious reasons,” she said, her gaze sliding over to the abandoned swimsuit as though she could will it back onto her body.

  

“I’m sorry,” David managed. “I didn’t realize this space was occupied.”

Eyes that mirrored the lush green of the surrounding leaves simmered as she nodded to the camera in his hand. “And once you saw otherwise, you decided to take home a few naked picture souvenirs?”

“Of course not.” 

“What’s the matter, can’t a handsome guy like you get a real date?” 

“Look, lady, I don’t photograph naked chicks as a hobby—I’m here on business.”

“So you sell them. I feel so much better knowing my photo is in the hands of a pro, destined for Desperate Losers dot com.”

Ridiculous as the accusation was, he had to quirk a smile at her candor.