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the line when we change watch, who knows, we might have fish for supper and breakfast. We’ll cook all of it and take it with us.” He hooked the end of the paracord to the stick at his feet. “Let’s check and see if the ladies need any help.”
    Back by the fire, I could see Becca and Tara working at something over the shelter, but I couldn’t tell what in the settling darkness. Heading their way, I took the time to gather any firewood that presented itself. I hurried to the fire with the awkward armload of broken branches and fallen limbs that were no doubt crawling with all sorts of nasty creatures, and dropped it all to the ground.
    “Lucian, could you give us a hand?” Tara sounded as if she spoke through gritted teeth and I hurried to help. She held out a length of rope. “Pull this tight so I can tie it off. We want to stretch the tarp over the sleeping platform in case it rains.”
    Sleeping platform? I realized what I’d thought was the shelter was actually something else. I got to work following orders, worried about the flimsy-looking framework above to support the tarp. “Why a sleeping platform?”
    Without pausing, Becca answered, “Sleeping on the ground or even just sitting on it, is inviting every bug on the island to visit the buffet. I painted sticky sap around the supports, so all we have to worry about are the flying variety.” Becca gave more directions for the rope tying. “Mosquito netting would have been a grand luxury.”
    Working quickly, we finished suspending the tarp about the time Preacher returned from the stream, dripping wet and carrying most of his clothes. “I suggest everyone visit the stream and rinse off, and wear only the minimum of clothing for the night. This humidity and heavy clothing can lead to some uncomfortable rashes and fungal conditions.”
    “What about bug repellent conservation?” I wondered. Even though his idea made sense to me, the idea of running out of it could prove to the biggest misery ever.
    “There’s always mud if we run out of bug repellent,” Preacher said. “But I’ve calculated, we have enough. Worst case scenario, we somehow lose the repellent, which makes conservation moot at that point.”
    Good by me. I preferred being cool and comfortable. I led Tara to the stream, as far from where the fishing line was anchored as we could. “And be careful where you put everything,” Preacher called. “We can’t afford to lose one single thing.”
    “Roger that.” Once I was sure we were out of sight, we stripped off our clothes and stacked everything carefully on the bank.
    Tara stood before me naked, and I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to touch her. I drew her into my arms and just held her for a moment, my pores sucking in the orgasmic feeling of flesh to flesh contact. The vastness of the wilderness around us, compared to our insignificance within it, prompted me to say a little prayer that we make it through this Round safe and whole. It was challenge enough without the danger of Jase Duff waiting around every tree. For a long time we clung together, and like any other time I touched Tara, or thought of her, my body reacted in need.
    She pulled back a little. “We’d better get cleaned up.”
    “Yeah.” I sighed and released her, and we made our way into surprisingly cool water, stopping at waist deep. The sight of her there, nude, breasts glowing, created a longing in me I couldn’t resist. I removed the black bandana-sized cotton square I’d tied over my head to catch sweat, and rinsed it thoroughly as she splashed her arms with water.
    “Let me wash you,” I whispered.
    Looking up at me, she stared into my gaze and slowly lowered her hands. Moving exactly next to her, I washed every inch of her arms and shoulders, down her back and chest, slow and deliberate. By the time I reached her nipples, we were both breathing hard. I gave in to the temptation to tease, and worked my way slowly around each nipple, avoiding