“I’ll say you’ve got it,” Joey said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Now work it.”

She laughed as she walked away with her drinks, fairly certain she’d never “worked it” in her life. But she was more than willing to try.

“I had three orgasms!” a woman cried.

Logan whipped around, shocked to recognize the young woman who’d been crying in the lobby yesterday afternoon. She had Grace wrapped in a fierce hug and she was jumping up and down.

Logan had just returned from an early-morning run up the peninsula and back. When he saw Grace walking toward the palmetto grove, he started to follow her, but her new best friend grabbed her first.

“Thank you, thank you,” the woman gushed. “You were so right! He found that spot and it was miraculous!”

Fascinating. Logan watched Grace glancing around the beach, probably checking to see if anyone had overheard the effusive woman. When she spied Logan standing ten feet away, she shook her head and closed her eyes in resignation.

Grinning, Logan continued to observe the exchange with interest, listening to every word as the woman gleefully described her husband’s successful foray. It was clear now that Grace had instructed the young honeymooner on how to make love with her new husband. Very interesting.

His gaze narrowed and focused on her. It appeared that all those years Grace Farrell had spent studying the sexual and reproductive habits of spores and other creatures-including humans, obviously-had given her a level of sexual expertise he wanted to explore.

The thought made him grit his teeth. He wanted her right now. It was taking every ounce of control he had to not drag her into the palmetto grove, back her up against a tree and give in to the desire he knew they both felt for each other.

Grace hugged the woman and congratulated her, then watched her skip away. Once she was gone, Grace turned to Logan. “I suppose you heard all that.”