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He’d tried to force himself into a paternal role with her, but then he ruined it by saying something flirtatious. He couldn’t help himself. He delighted in seeing her giggle or blush.
Sam trotted back to camp, smelling of vanilla-scented shampoo. He gave his fur a vigorous shake as if to throw the aroma off him and gave Justin a doleful look.
“Sorry, man,” Justin said. “Girls like that stinky shit. And if you roll in anything, she’s just going to wash you again.”
Sam lay down with a long-suffering “Hmph!”
Carly followed him into the campsite just a few moments later. Her hair and torso were wrapped in a towel, and Justin said a silent prayer of thanks at that. She smiled at Justin and disappeared into the tent. She emerged a few minutes later in a T-shirt and pajama pants that were light blue and had little white sheep printed on them. Her wet hair hung down her back in soft waves. Justin had been all over the world and admired female beauty of many races and cultures, and in his opinion, Carly’s hair was the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He liked it best when she left it loose to tumble down her back. It caught the sunlight and turned to gold. In the firelight, it was rich amber with dark honey shadows.
Yep. Doomed.
Carly whipped it into a braid and caught it at the bottom with a black elastic hair tie. Where did she keep getting those damn things? Whenever Justin came across one, he made sure it got “lost.” He must have tossed a hundred of them so far, but she had an apparently inexhaustible supply.
“I’m going down to the lake,” Justin announced. He grabbed the things he needed from his pack.
“Okay.” Carly tossed him a bright smile and started building a tiny pyramid of kindling. She had his knife and had worked the piece of flint out of the pommel. He wanted to stay around and watch because he knew as soon as she managed to get a fire going she would give that proud little grin that always made his heart swell.
Doomed.
Justin walked out into the water, holding back the urge to shout a curse at how cold it was. He had no idea how Carly stood it as well as she did. Maybe she had acclimated to it while growing up in Alaska, but as much of a “city girl” as she had been, he doubted it.
Justin washed quickly with a bar of unscented soap, a habit he had acquired in The Unit. He’d once detected an enemy due to the faint scent of his aftershave and had used unscented products since. He wondered if Carly would like it if he got a bottle of men’s shower gel—the stinky shit they sold in those stores that just carried lotions and perfumes. Maybe he should keep an eye out for—
Justin chided himself. If anything, he ought to be thinking of ways to keep her away, not to attract her.
He shaved, the first time he’d done it in months, and it was a relief to get that itchy fur off his face. He walked back onto the bank and scooped up his towel just as Carly burst from the tree line. “I did it! I did it!” She slammed on the brakes when she realized he was nude save for the towel he held in front of his junk.
“Sorry!” Carly blurted and spun around. “I—uh... I wasn’t thinking. I was just so excited I wanted to tell you right away.”
“It’s okay.” Justin blushed and then was embarrassed for blushing. He pulled on a pair of boxers and his jeans and hoped the heat would fade from his cheeks before she looked at him again. “I’m decent now.”
She spun around again with a big smile before it suddenly died as her eyes went wide. She stared, openmouthed. Justin glanced over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t staring at something behind him. “What?”
“You shaved.”
Justin rubbed his hairless jaw. “Yeah, I did.”
“I didn’t—You—”
“I don’t usually wear a beard, if that’s what you mean. I only had one because I couldn’t find any decent disposable razors before this.” He couldn’t get a read on her right now, which troubled him slightly. She just stared at him, openmouthed. Justin heard himself talking and realized he was babbling, which brought the blush back. “I found one in that Carcross store. It’s like men all over the country said, ‘Oh shit, it’s the apocalypse. I might not be able to get refills for my Gillette Mach3, so I’d better stock up.’ ”
Carly chuckled weakly, still staring.
He patted his cheeks and throat, checking for blood. Did he really look strange to her without the beard? “What?”
“N-nothing.” Carly turned and walked back toward the camp.
Doomed.
Justin was no longer the scruffy Biker Guy who had lurked outside Carly’s apartment building. He was still the same tall, muscular man, but shaving had transformed him.
Carly kept stealing glances at him as he cooked dinner. For the first time, she noticed his high cheekbones. His nose had been broken and had a crooked bump at the top, but it somehow only enhanced the rest of his features. He looked... strong, especially since his angular jaw wasn’t hidden under all that hair, and she discovered he had the cutest dimple in the center of his chin. Carly couldn’t resist peeking at him again.
She wondered where he’d gotten the numerous scars he had all over his body before she blushed when she remembered how much of that body she had seen. From his wide shoulders down to his knees, his body was covered in scars. Some were smooth and thin, and others were jagged and twisted, like a wound left to heal on its own without the benefit of stitches.
Carly stole another glance at him and then forced herself to look away. Being attracted to him would only end badly, she told herself, because despite his lighthearted flirting, she was pretty sure he wasn’t interested in her that way. If she had to guess, she would say Justin saw her in the same light as if she were someone else’s pet he was taking care of while they were on vacation. That is, a somewhat annoying, sometimes vaguely amusing pain in the ass he’d be grateful to offload at the first chance he got. Carly wasn’t even sure he really saw her as an adult, or as a woman, and not a silly little girl he had to take care of. And every time Carly did something stupid, like fall off her bike or stumble into danger, and he had to rescue her yet again, it made it worse.
At least Carly had proved tonight she was able to start a fire. Justin had been full of praise when he returned to the camp and saw it burning brightly, the flames dancing high and strong above the pyramid of logs. They had to let it die down a bit before he could cook, so they both settled down to rest and relax. Carly took her book from her pack and saw Justin had done the same.
