“I can’t take credit for the cooking. It all came from the dining room. However, I did choose the menu,” she said confidently. “I do hope you enjoy seafood.”

“I do.”

My mystery man began to pour a light-colored wine into my glass. It was then I noticed the bucket with ice beside the table and the private pool on the other side of the partition.

“It’s a chardonnay.” He lowered his voice. “I know we’re in California, but I’m partial to this label. It’s from the Burgundy region of France. Just don’t tell anyone I’m not supporting local wineries.”

“I promise,” I said, leaning forward. “Your secret is safe with me.”

I saw his gaze lower toward my breasts. But instead of calling him out or covering myself, I remembered my invisible bracelet and sat tall, leaving the V of my dress in full view. I’d never been a fan of my breasts. For most of my teenage years they didn’t exist. And then one day, my B-cups overflowed. I truly don’t know what happened—genetics or hormones. Whatever it was, my B’s became D’s. I didn’t know what to do with them and complained that they made me look heavy. Again, it was Chelsea who told me to embrace them. She promised that the doors my education and intelligence didn’t open would be flung open by my girls standing proudly at attention on my chest.

I lifted the glass and took a sip of the wine. The flavor was crisper than other chardonnays I’d had. “I like it,” I exclaimed. “It’s crisp, not as sweet as others.”

His pale eyes relaxed. “I knew my wife would have a discerning palate, or is it your tongue?”

While I struggled with the appropriate response, Mrs. Witt came back, filling the silence and leaving me with my mystery man’s suggestive smile. She placed a tray of cheese, olives, and crackers on the table and just as quickly disappeared, leaving us alone.

“Thank you, again,” I said, “for saving me from Max.”

“So that’s what he’s calling himself this week.”

I motioned around the patio. “Is this what you do? You save women from the resort leeches and lure them to your lair?”

“My lair? Am I Batman?”

“Are you? I don’t know.”

He smirked. “If only I could make a living at doing just that, but alas, no. You’re my first rescue.”

I stopped my reach for a piece of cheese and looked back up at him. “Your first?”

“My first rescue,” he clarified. “Hardly my first.”

“Why?”

He lifted his glass toward me in a toast. After I lifted mine, he said, “To you, Charli with an i, and to learning more about you.”

After our glasses clinked and we both took a sip, I asked the question that I’d been dying to know ever since our morning encounter. “You seem to have a clear advantage. You know my name, but I’ve yet to learn yours.”

“Do I?”

“Do you what?”

“Do I have an advantage?” He leaned closer. “Do I know your name? You see, I had the resort’s reservations scoured. I wanted to send a gift to your room and confirm our dinner, yet Charli was nowhere to be found.”

I took a deep breath. “Well, I’m here with my sister. I guess my name isn’t on the reservation.”

“Your sister?”

“Yes, and you? If I were to have the reservations scoured?”

The sun had now fully set, falling below the water and the darkening sky was beginning to fill with stars, especially over the water.

“Would you believe, Batman?” When I didn’t respond, he said, “Bruce Wayne?”

Though I pursed my lips, I felt the twinkle in my eyes.

“Since I suppose you could have the reservations scoured, you’d have the advantage of being able to zero in on this suite.”

Why hadn’t I thought of that?

“But I’ll save you the trouble.” He lifted his right hand over the table. As I reached to take it, he turned mine and lightly brushed his lips over my knuckles filling me again with warmth. “Let me introduce myself. Charli, I’m Nox.”

“Knox?” I repeated his name, more like a question. “Like Fort Knox?”

“In some ways, but without the K. I do however have a thing for locks and security.”

Retrieving my hand and allowing his name to roll through the corridors of my mind, a smile graced my lips. His name was perfect—unique and powerful—like the man seated across from me.

He went on, “Tell me something about you. How did your parents come up with the name Charli. Surely they knew what a beautiful girl they’d had.”

I shrugged. “If you’re asking if they wanted a boy, I can answer unequivocally yes. However, Charli is short for Charles, my grandfather’s name.”

Nox grinned. “Well, the name Charli is as lovely as you.”

Mrs. Witt returned with salads and our conversation waned. It wasn’t awkward silence, but comforting in a way. We knew very little about one another, but what little we knew surrounded us like the glass partition, protecting us from whatever lurked beyond.

“Nox, what do you do?” I smirked. “Besides rescuing women? Oh, and wearing a cape?”

“Like I said, you’re my first rescue, and I reserve my cape for at least the third date.”

So this is a date.

“I run businesses,” he said between bites.

“Businesses?” Maybe the presidential suite wasn’t indicative of his wealth. Maybe he was there on the company’s money.

“Yes. It’s really not that exciting. I travel a lot. That’s how I knew that Max and his friend were up to no good. I’ve stayed in Del Mar on numerous occasions.”

“I’d like to think that I would’ve seen through him, but I still appreciate your rescue.”

“I’m sure you would have. Maybe I stepped in for selfish reasons?”

“Selfish?”

“Well, yes. I enjoy having you indebted to me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Indebted? Tell me, Nox, what else do you enjoy?”

The glint in his eyes spoke volumes, but instead of answering, he asked, “Was that your sister? The blonde who went off with Max’s friend?”

“Yes, and believe it or not, he tried to get her to pay for his drink.”

Nox’s brow arched in triumph.

“Yes,” I admitted. “You were obviously right. However, she did see through him.”

“Then perhaps my intervention was unnecessary.”

I shrugged. “If you hadn’t rescued me, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

It was Nox’s turn to shrug. “I assure you, that even before Max’s clumsy attempt to play you, you had my attention this morning. That doesn’t happen often. I also assure you, if I wanted you to be here, with or without my intervention, you would be.”

“Only if you broke that rule about your cape,” I said, trying for some levity.

“No,” he answered, with all seriousness. “I don’t break rules, and I don’t appreciate it when others do either.”

I was afraid to look down, fearful that my increased heart rate was made visible by the bouncing of the silver chain between my breasts. “Why, Nox, you seem rather confident of yourself.”

“Yes, Charli, I am.”

I reached for my wine and worked to steady my pulse. I shouldn’t be here. Nox was the type of man I purposely avoided at Stanford. The campus was full of them: strong secure men, men who knew what they wanted and took it. There was something in their demeanor that frightened me. It wasn’t their need for power or control. I had that too. In the right situation I was confident and driven. No. The reason I avoided them was because of what was happening to me on the patio of the presidential suite of the Del Mar. With each of Nox’s words or phrases, my insides tightened to the point of pain.

Stupidly, the pain itself didn’t frighten me. What scared me was that an undeniable part of me liked it. It was the part of me I’d suppressed as Alex. The energy Nox radiated electrified me, bringing to life a forbidden desire that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

Successful women stood on courthouse steps and spoke with poise and determination. They studied hard, worked tirelessly, and made a name for themselves. Alex Collins didn’t need a Mrs. in front of her name or a man standing beside her. She had a future built on her own blood, sweat, and tears.