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He raised one eyebrow, “You don’t like to make conversation?”

“If you must.”

He smiled. “I’m Austin Doyle.” He extended his hand, and I pulled the towel from behind my head and threw it to him.

As he wiped himself, I introduced myself. “I’m Samantha Stone.”

“Thank you for the towel. May I sit?”

“Help yourself.”

He sat at the edge of the lounger next to mine. “This is my second time here, and I thought I would be able to deal with two weeks alone. Last time I came with someone, and I remember it being a lot more fun.”

“This is my third time, and I always come alone.”

He placed the towel on the back of the chaise. “Aren’t you bored?”

“No. I rather enjoy the solitude. It’s beautiful here.”

He rose from the chair and began to head to the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t want to disturb you.”

“Sit back down, Mr. Doyle.”

“Austin, please.”

“Then sit back down, Austin.”

He grinned as he sat back down next to me. “You must be a boss.”

I smiled, “How did you know?”

“You have that commanding way about you.”

“I try my best. It’s not easy in my business.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh? What business are you in?”

“Film production.”

“What a coincidence, I’m a writer.”

I removed my sunglasses again and leaned toward him, “Really? For who?”

“I’ve had some articles published, but I teach creative writing at USC.”

“You’re from Los Angeles?”

“I live in Los Angeles. Where do you hail from?”

“San Diego, but I live in Los Angeles.”

He stroked the dark stubble on his chin. “Which company do you work for?”

I didn’t want him to know I was CEO of Spotlight International. I preferred to remain anonymous in that regard. He would probably look me up once he got back to his villa. “It doesn’t matter.”

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