Lexie groaned. "That's going to be a challenge. It's not as if terrific guys are falling at my feet."

"You don't need a 'terrific' guy. We're not looking for husband material. He only has to be fling-worthy." She leaned closer, as if she were about to impart some great secret. "You're just using him for sex."

A grin tugged at Lexie's lips. "He might not appreciate that."

Darla straightened then favored her with her best give-me-a-break look. "Yeah, right. Men just hate it when attractive women seduce them. Especially women who aren't expecting hearts, flowers and diamond rings. Believe me, we won't have trouble finding a willing man."

"But I don't want just any guy."

"Don't worry," Darla said. "You'll know the guy when you meet him."

"How?"

A devilish gleam sparkled in Darla's eyes. "He'll be the one you can't keep your eyes-or hands-off. Once you see him, just let nature do the rest. Remember-fun, wild and temporary." Darla held out her hand. "Agreed?"

Lexie took a deep breath. Darla was right. It was time to take a break from her all-work-and-no-play life. Since her breakup with Tony almost a year ago, she'd lived like a monk.

Well, she wasn't a monk. She was a twenty-eight-year-old woman who badly needed some fun, wild and temporary in her life. And thanks to Darla's pep talk, she was primed and ready to take the plunge.

Grasping Darla's hand, Lexie shook on it. "Agreed."

Chapter 1

With his heavy canvas duffel digging into his shoulder, Josh Maynard watched the taxicab that had just deposited him at his destination disappear into the distance. Pushing his favorite Stetson back a few inches, he turned in a slow circle to survey his unfamiliar surroundings.

Whew. He sure wasn't in Montana anymore. Not a mountain or stately pine tree insight. Instead flat green land greeted his gaze and palm trees soared toward the cloudless azure sky. And man, it was hot. And humid. This heavy, damp Florida air surrounded him like a sticky, wet blanket. The moist heat radiating upward from the asphalt made him feel as if he were rotating on a barbecue spit.