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“Great. That’s really great.”
Neither of their voices had much excitement in it.
“Thank you. I’m thrilled.” Brylee was clearly trying to put some inflection and joy into her voice. It should reassure Cash that she wasn’t excited and didn’t want their time to end, but it just made him more miserable.
“Yes. Congrats. I’ll let Mercedes know. Um … what’s your weather like?”
“Rainy,” Brylee said.
“Is Trapper there?”
“I’m here,” Cash said.
“It’s a pretty intense storm here in Miami. I’ll try to get the pilot to fly us to you, but … I don’t know. He might not go for it, and I don’t want to put Mercedes in any danger. Are you okay hunkering down until tomorrow? The forecast says it’ll clear out sometime in the early morning.”
“I’m okay,” Cash said.
Brylee met his gaze, and a genuine smile lit up her beautiful face. “Better than okay,” she said.
He couldn’t stop grinning at her. They had a couple hours this afternoon, the evening, and the night to be together. If the storm was intense enough, the pilot wouldn’t risk taking Shawn and Mercedes out in it, and he doubted any treasure seekers would travel in it either.
“All right. I’ll be in touch. Congrats.”
“Thank you.” Brylee hung up the phone and handed it to him.
“Bath in our waterfall pool?” he asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She grinned. “Then I’m gonna break your rules tonight, mister. You’re gonna hold me close in that teensy little tent.” She gave him a sassy, challenging look.
Cash’s entire body heated up. She’d gone there, easily smashed through his resistance with two sentences, a smile, and a look.
“New rules,” he said, grinning. He couldn’t resist her. With all the kissing they’d done, what was some snuggling in the tent? He might as well savor these moments like she’d had him savor that view on top of the waterfall. Tomorrow would come soon enough. He only prayed he wouldn’t hurt her worse by giving into his longing for her.
“We can snuggle in the tent, but no kissing,” he said. He had to have some boundaries.
“Disappointing, Captain Trapper, but I’ll take it.”
They stood there smiling at each other like idiots.
“But lots of kissing after you wash my hair.” It was a statement, not a question.
He drew in a sharp breath. The heat from remembering the sensations of washing each other’s hair last night and more kissing would make him combust. Should he agree?
He threw caution to the wind.
“I can get behind that plan,” he heard himself say in a husky voice that would humiliate him if the producers used it. Most of the show probably would humiliate him. Who cared? He’d be dead.
“Yeah, baby!” She had the box in her hands so she couldn’t dance, but her smile was just as perfect.
Maybe things didn’t have to be awkward between them. He had no clue how he’d say goodbye tomorrow, and tonight would definitely make everything harder.
He could only pray Brylee would be all right when they had to go their separate ways, and somehow he’d figure out how to tell her his dark secret without injuring her even more.
He doubted either were possible.
Chapter
Seventeen
