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He collected her the following evening in his big black Jeep, braving the inspections of two bony sisters and the stern glare and nose-pressing hongi greeting from her white-haired grandfather.
“Keep my mokopuna safe,” the old man instructed.
“Koro! He’s already rescued me once,” Atarangi exclaimed. “There’s not a dangerous bone in his body.” She sent Adam a wink.
“Home by midnight. I’ll leave the door unlocked,” the old boy replied.
Atarangi bristled. “I’m twenty-one. Not a teenager.”
“And I’m not a fool, Atarangi. I see the way this man looks at you.”
“She’s beautiful,” Adam inserted. “A treasure to be guarded. I’ll take care of her, never fear.” And he would, because she set all his senses alight in her high-necked black dress and strappy red sandals.
She’s hiding her body, but I know what’s under that modest disguise.
“I’ll be safer with him than anyone else,” Atarangi muttered.
“I’m pleased to hear it,” the old man said, nodding sagely. “Enjoy your dinner.”
Adam drew the door closed behind them and placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked toward the Jeep. The heat of her flesh burned through what felt like one thin layer of fabric, and he wanted that fabric gone in hurry.
