Keeping Mr. Right Now: A Kisses in the Sand Novel (Entangled Bliss) by Robin Bielman

that was good. Sophie wasn’t like any of his usual dates, and Chris was intrigued.
    Conversation veered to the films, and Zane talked easily about his film, Isolated Warriors . “We tried to capture the simple but risky stoke of surfing,” Zane said. He and his team had traveled the globe from Australia to Hawaii to Sri Lanka to shred the best, most savage backwash out there.
    “So we can expect scenes with some powerful, high-risk breaks?” Chris asked.
    “I hope you’ll be blown away by the footage. Gnarly waves and no hassling with other guys meant our filmmakers could grab amazing shots, and I think the lens caught much more emotional depth and complexity than we expected.” The other surfers and the camera work had awed Zane.
    “We pushed the limits on clean point breaks and ferocious swells and added a kick-ass soundtrack. It’s not just a self-absorbed montage of barrels and huge airs, but something more.”
    “And I just read your proceeds are going to SHE.” Chris typed something into his cell phone. The casual atmosphere didn’t mean things said were off the record.
    “Yes. Would you excuse me? I see someone I need to speak with.” He feigned interest in Danny, who’d just walked by. He didn’t want to talk about SHE just yet, didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
    The reception buzzed with energy. Conversations and laughter filled the air space. Long tables with white tablecloths and platters of appetizers were set up. Two bartenders worked a bar underneath one of the curved archways across the tiled ground. The Beach Boys played through speakers mounted on the smooth stucco walls.
    Zane took a less-traveled path until he reached the edge of the grounds and a spectacular view of the Pacific. He raked a hand through his hair and relished the quiet until the loudest sneeze he’d ever heard drew his attention to a woman standing under a palm tree, her gaze out to the sea.
    Auburn hair fell in soft waves around her bare shoulders. A loose emerald dress covered her slender frame, but showed off a sexy pair of legs in a pair of killer high heels that kicked his pulse from a walk to a run. Slowly, his gaze traveled up to a pert nose that couldn’t possibly have made such a powerful sound. The corners of his mouth lifted.
    Wait a second.
    “Sophie?”
    She turned, and those green eyes of hers sucked him in further. They matched the color of her dress. He stepped closer.
    “Hi, Zane.” She wiped a tissue under her nose.
    “You okay?”
    “Allergies.” She stared down at the grass. “Seems I’m allergic to something. I’m not sure if it’s the bushes or the flowers or maybe the pollen in the air.” She turned her head and sneezed again. Twice.
    With no idea why, his smile grew. Sophie Birch confused him. Those mega-sneezes from such a small person, her struggle to look him in the eye. Her sweetness. She definitely wasn’t his usual type, but under a blue sky streaked with brushes of orange and yellow as the sun dipped behind the mountains, he was drawn to her.
    “Bless you.”
    “Thanks.” She looked up. “What are you doing way over here? Shouldn’t you be mingling?”
    With a gravitational pull he couldn’t stop if he wanted to, he moved even closer. She smelled awesome, like no other woman he’d had the pleasure of being this close to. Not with coconut oil or perfume that made him want to sneeze, but like cinnamon sugar.
    “I needed a break.” He put himself out there for reporters because he had to, but it was never easy. Never his first choice—the water was that.
    She took a deep breath. His gaze dipped to her chest. The dress hid her slim body, but he remembered how she’d filled out her bathing suit yesterday. Her breasts, he imagined, would fit nicely in his palms.
    Jesus, dude. Stop thinking about her body like that . He focused back on her pretty face.
    Pretty? Shit.
    “Yeah. Me, too. I’ve been moving nonstop and wanted a few minutes of peace and quiet.”
    “Should I