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Secret admirer?”
    She noted that he didn’t say whether he was seeing someone or not. Though, if he were, there was no reason for the woman to bail him out anonymously.
    â€œWe should do some exploring when we finally get to Belize,” he continued.
    â€œAbsolutely. We can stretch our cat legs a bit. For now, we may want to get some sleep on the flight.”
    He settled against the seat. “Sounds good to me.”
    She liked the idea of running as a cat in the jungle to get some exercise after all the sitting they would be doing on the plane and the bus trip to their destination.
    David snuggled against his pillow, patted the armrest, and said, “We can pull this up and you can lean against me if you’d like to get more comfortable.”
    â€œThat’s okay. I can sleep against the window.” She imagined he didn’t normally offer his fellow agents his shoulder to sleep on. Or his… lap. Unless this was par for the course for him when it came to working with female agents.
    He waited for her to say something more, probably because she had fought smiling and had lost. She didn’t know him and shouldn’t ask, normally wouldn’t, but something about him made her want to play with him a little. Like a cat with a catnip-filled toy. “Do you propose that to all your partners?” she asked.
    He chuckled, the sound dark and sexy, as if he was reading more into the situation than she intended and he was game, not just strictly amused. “I’ve worked with five over the years. Taken several plane trips with them. And no, not once have I offered.”
    â€œThanks. I’ll be fine.” She set her pillow next to the window and rested her head against it.
    â€œIf you change your mind, the offer still stands.” He closed his eyes.
    A couple of locks of dark silky hair hung over his forehead. He looked angelic in a rough-hewn way. Knowing he wasn’t angelic in the least made him all the more appealing. And that should warn her to take care.
    ***
    After the plane trip and the long drive in the rental car from the airport in Belize City—better than if they had to rely strictly on bus transportation—David and Tammy finally arrived at their jungle resort. Their small cabana sat on short, wooden legs to keep it off the ground, the surrounding rainforest encroaching on the wooden wraparound porch. One wooden chair sat at a corner of the railing, and two green and blue hammocks hung from the thatched roof overhead. The building’s wooden walls were well-weathered, as if this particular cabana were one of the first units the resort had offered to guests. Still, it was way better than tenting in the jungle.
    Tammy rolled her regulation black bag through the small living room, past the couch and single chair, both upholstered in plain white fabric. A glass-topped table sat in between them, and a couple of potted plants were placed near the windows, bringing the jungle look inside. The cabana smelled of humans. No shifters had stayed here recently. The only “air-conditioning” appeared to be a circulating fan overhead.
    While David claimed the first bedroom and unzipped his bag, Tammy headed down the narrow hall to the other bedroom and found a queen-sized bed topped with a mesh canopy to keep the bugs out—much to her liking. An orange hibiscus-patterned bedspread added to the tropical feel. The bedroom was also equipped with a ceiling fan, but she didn’t think it would cool things off that well midday.
    After dumping her backpack on a dresser, she laid her bag on a luggage stand, intending to unpack before they grabbed a bite to eat and explored their options. She unzipped the top of the bag and opened it. A box of XXL condoms sat square in the middle of a pair of black briefs. Momentarily stunned, she stared at them. Until she realized she must have David’s bag and not her own.
    XXL?
    She tried to recall how big his feet were