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“I’m going to look for Phan,” Sam said to Max. “Stay with her.”
“I don’t need a guard.”
“No, you need a brain.”
Her smile was nothing short of acidic. “Chivalry isn’t your strong suit, I see. If it were, you’d at least be seeing to the wounds you made.” She modeled her bloody knees.
They were a mess, but considering the bandits wanted to put two bullets in her head, she shouldn’t be complaining. “Sorry, lady, no medical supplies.”
“I have something to fix that,” Max said.
“Figures.”
As Sam walked away, Max moved forward, and knelt. “Don’t mind him, he’s in a rotten mood.”
“I couldn’t tell, his effervescent personality just blew me away.” Max ripped open a packet and started to clean her knees. “Oh, it’s not that bad,” she said, taking the antiseptic towel.
He frowned.
“Well—” She flushed. “He knocked me down when a ‘hey you, wait’ would have done the trick. That man is extreme in every sense of the word.”
Max sat back, grinning. She had Sam pegged from the get-go. Interesting. She finished cleaning her knees, pulling her leg up to her face like a dancer to blow off the sting. Great legs.
“Thank you, Max.”
He frowned, glanced the way the other had gone. “Come on.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for him?” She really didn’t want to trek through the jungle. The dart had to come from somewhere.
“He’s been gone too long.”
“Well, that can’t be good.”
He helped her off the ground and she followed him as they moved into the forest. Max hacked their way through the jungle for a considerable distance when he stopped, and called out softly.
Viva peered around him and she saw his partner.
He waved Max on. “You stay there,” he said, pointing.
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“Nothing to see. The lights are off. I don’t hear the air-conditioning so I’m guessing we blew a circuit breaker or something.”
“You’re trying to say your kisses were so good that we blew a fuse? Try again, stud.”
His chuckle rumbled against her chest. He flicked back the edge of the curtain and let the light from the Strip stream into the room. “Probably from the construction. ’Tho think how impressive the kiss thing would be.”
Dumb didn’t begin to describe how she felt at the moment. She made every professional misstep imaginable. Lose control? Check. Let her desires overwhelm her good sense? Check. Let her consulting client go one step too far on the floor of her office? That was new, but still a check.
Damn hormones.
What she needed was a little decorum. Getting off the floor and out from under him would be a good start. “Okay, fun time is over.”
“Most people would look at the lights being out as a message.”
He felt so right there with her body curved into his. “Right. The message being to get up.”
He frowned at her and managed to look adorable doing it. “I was thinking more like the opposite conclusion.”
She tried to concentrate on his argument, lame as it was, but his firm body kept dragging her attention away. From the impressive bulge pressing against her thigh to his hard-as-granite everything else, she wanted him.
His pretty boy face and easy charm attracted her from the beginning. With every day that passed she wanted him more.
“Shouldn’t you get back to your kitchen?” she asked.
“Sam has it under control. He’s my second in command. He could run his own kitchen and is totally qualified to take over in my absence.”
Commonsense didn’t seem to be working, but she tried again. “Yeah, well, we should be out there checking on the guests.”
“Unless you plan to hand out flashlights, I’m not sure what you could do.”
“I could . . .” Something?
“We can’t do any work. We’re all alone. It’s dark. I’m on top of you.”
