Excerpt from Island Pursuit

It killed Liam to see her like this. Doing her Yoga thing with one arm. She sat on the floor with her legs out, cradling her bad arm like a newborn baby. Willow Clearwater wasn't the type to complain. With a straight back, she slowly leaned forward until her bad arm nearly touched the floor in front of her. Damn it if it wasn't sexy.
Leaning against the doorjamb watching her was probably boarder line creepy, but his head was a mess since the attack on her parent's restaurant. The overhang to the outdoor patio had been fixed days ago, yet Willow would be in pain with a useless arm for weeks to come.
As he watched, he realized her long blonde locks were flatter than usual. "Why don't you let me wash your hair for you?"
She didn't jump at the announcement of his presence, but her body stilled. Her back gently expanded, then contracted as she rose to an upright position. When her eyes turned to meet his, the blue was warm and inviting. Beautiful tiny lines radiated from the corners as she smiled. "Liam. Hello. You would do that for me?"
He sighed. Of course he would. "I would."
She crisscrossed her legs then stood, unfolding herself like a smooth, human accordion. "I set up some stuff in the kitchen. I was going to try and do it one-armed after I got some kinks out."
"You shouldn't have any kinks." He could feel the heat of frustration radiating up his back.
She stood and made circles with her good shoulder. "You have kinks of your own. How is your back?"
He headed toward the kitchen to see about this 'stuff' she had set up. "It's nothing."
"Holding up an extensive wooden overhang isn't nothing. Have you been doing the stretches I showed you?"
He didn't turn but heard her melodic voice following him. "Yes." The stretches had helped. It was amazing. He felt nearly healed while Willow had a useless arm and shoulder.
As he turned, she unzipped then removed her yoga jacket using her good arm. His heart jumped into his throat, choking off any form of air. Beneath was one of those sports bras that came below the ribs. Her smooth lanky arms draped the jacket over a chair. The dumbfounded look on his face must have been apparent since she finished her stroll to the sink with her arms crossed over her chest.
He was still frozen when she stopped at the sink and looked over her shoulder in question. Her long, blonde hair partially covered her face causing his feet to begin to walk purposefully toward her in order to brush it behind her back.
Smiling meekly, she turned to the sink. "Are you sure about this?"
Reaching over her, he turned on the water. She smelled like the flowers her mother planted in the planter boxes on her porch. He took a towel from next to the sink and folded it in front of her. Gently, he placed his hand on the back of her head as she lowered over the ceramic bowl. Using the hand spray, he waited for the water to warm while stroking the long locks of her hair to one side. She turned her head, exposing the lids that closed over her beautiful blue eyes.
He stepped closer, pressing along the backs of her thighs as he ran the warmth over her scalp. Her body melted into him as her hair ran wet over his hands. Careful not to compromise her shoulder, he turned off the water and found which bottle read, 'shampoo.'"
"Why didn't you ask someone to help you with this? You have two sisters." And you have me. You will always have me. He poured some shampoo into the palm of his hand, considered how much hair she had, then poured some more. He used his fingertips to spread the silky bubbles over her scalp. Massaging, cleaning. He could get lost in this woman.
The muscles in her back relaxed and he swore he heard a small croon come from her lips. He quickly rotated away from her as his body reacted as it always did when he was close to Willow. How long could he go on like this?