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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Who knew the deceased could have so many plans for the living? Katti Thompson finds unexpected guests when she travels to Hawaii to settle her aunt's estate. Cesar Osorio's new housekeeper is the first person who's interested him in three years. Was it the music or an old woman's last wish?

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.3 MB], eReader (PDB) [98 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [393 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [350 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [319 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [361 KB], hiebook (KML) [898 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [133 KB], iSilo (PDB) [326 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [79 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [119 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [525 KB]
Words: 121673
Reading time: 347-486 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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She studied Cesar's back, the curve of his strong neck as he leaned into the guitar. The moonlight cast his shadow behind him and gave what she could see of his face an other-worldly glow. The man could be magic and she hoped he didn't make a habit of playing nightly in the moonlight, of tempting the angels.

Tempting her to walk out there and sit at his feet and watch his hands and wish they caressed her the way they caressed the strings, hold her the way they held the neck of the guitar and curled and touched. She watched his hands slide, chord, hold, tremble, and she shivered even as she made herself smaller in the chair. The vibration she heard as he began to hum along with the tune felt like it began in her.

Oh, damn! These wayward thoughts about her tenant/employer had to stop. She had no claim on these ideas. They were idle, useless, filtering in from nowhere and they had no home in her psyche. She had no need of a man, any man, especially not one that thought her the maid, the cook, the laundress. And that was what she would have to be. Invisibly be.

So surely he didn't do this every night when he came home.

He turned and looked her direction, although she knew she was hidden from his gaze in the shadows. His eyes studied the living room and his brows drew together. He pursed his lips.

Oh, please, God, surely he did.