Kate Callahan had seen Rich Spencer hundreds of times over the last two years. But never before had she seen him as anything more than the man with a camera on his shoulder. The competition.

But today, she saw him. Really saw him.

His light brown hair looked as though he’d just stepped out of a windstorm. He had a toned physique under his cream sweater and loose fitting jeans. And his eyes”¦

She swallowed hard.

His eyes were the color of the Caribbean Ocean sparkling in the sun.

She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the sudden urge to skinny-dip in the salty water.

The tropical waters focused on Kate’s face for only a moment before roaming slowly over her body as though she didn’t have a stitch on. His lips pulled at the corners, forming a sexy, knowing smile.