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not like the zinging effect it had on his libido.
    â€œFor what?”
    â€œThe towel.”
    The royal command was back in her attitude. With a muttered curse, he went to the tent and grabbed a towel for her. When he returned to the riverbank, he noticed that more of her clothes were scattered along the shore, including some very provocative scraps of lace. Perversity kept him from hanging the towel from a nearby branch and leaving her. He stood dangling it from one finger.
    â€œDrop it there.”
    â€œIt’ll get muddy.”
    â€œIf you think I am coming out of this river with you watching, you’re out of your mind.”
    He grinned insolently. “You’re not going to like it there after dark. You won’t be able to see the snakes.”
    Her eyes widened at that, but if the image he’d aroused unnerved her, she hid it well. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she retorted, slowly emerging. The water receded from chin to tempting shoulders. Her cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink. She hesitated. “At least turn your back.”
    He gave a short bark of derisive laughter, but he turned around without catching so much as a glimpse of bared breast. He felt a strong urge to break his unspoken promise not to peek when she lifted the towel from his grasp. The intensity of that urge disturbed the hell out of him.
    â€œDo you have other clothes?”
    â€œIn my bag.”
    â€œThen take them into the tent and put them on,” he ordered gruffly, “I’m starting dinner.”
    He expected her to scamper away still flushed with embarrassment, but she passed him with her head held high, her haughty dignity intact. His body tightened and his blood surged through his veins as he watched the sway of her hips beneath the towel that barely covered her curved buttocks. For a petite woman, her legs were long, longer and far more shapely than he’d realized when they’d been covered in loose-fitting khaki. He swallowed hard and began to build a fire, trying to force his thoughts to less dangerous things.
    It didn’t work. His gaze kept drifting to the closed flap of the tent as he envisioned the scanty towel falling away from Cara’s body. He groaned. What the devil was a healthy man supposed to do when temptation turned up on his doorstep?
    â€œDamn!” If that pilot didn’t show up as promised tomorrow and get that woman away from here, he might very well strangle the man himself when he caught up with him. Somehow the prospect of a good, old-fashioned brawl cheered him, and he was whistling tunelessly when Cara emerged from the tent.
    He was surprised to see that she was dressed sensibly and not in some stylish idea of appropriate jungle wear. She was even wearing the hiking boots, though he knew they must be miserably uncomfortable since their soaking in the river.
    â€œWhat can I do to help?” she inquired, her mood pleasant once again. That ability to shift from blazing temper to sunny disposition caught him off-guard. He’d expected her to pout. The fact that she wasn’t sulking somehow restored his overall irritation.
    â€œJust stay out of my way,” he growled.
    â€œFine with me. I’ll clean up afterward.”
    She wandered down to the riverbank. He followed her movements with avid fascination, then cursed himself for it. He grabbed a tin of hash, then turned the can opener with jerky, uncoordinated movements. When he’d dumped the contents into his iron skillet, he added seasoning with a heavy hand, then scraped off a layer of pepper in disgust.
    â€œWhere’s the proposed site?” she called over her shoulder. He almost dropped the pan. Her ability to rattle his composure while remaining utterly cool herself infuriated him. Before he could respond calmly, he had to remind himself that she was expressing professional interest, not just indulging feminine curiosity. For Scottie’s sake, he owed her straight