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and mentally shook her head at herself. The size of a man’s feet, nose, or Adam’s apple were not indicators of how well hung he was. Although an Asian study had found some correlation to the size of his index finger…
    She grabbed the bag and headed out of the room.
    What did he think? He was going to get lucky with the natives?
    He better not think he was going to get lucky with her.
    She stalked into his bedroom to exchange luggage with him before he discovered what was in her bag. And found him holding up her lace and silk red-hot panties, a smile on his smug face as he admired them. Her cheeks flushed with heat.
    â€œWrong bag.” She tossed his on his bunk bed, the box of condoms half falling out of it. She jerked her panties out of his hands, shoved them into her bag, and took off with it.
    She would have laughed when she saw the twin-sized bunk beds in his room if she hadn’t been so embarrassed that he was manhandling her panties. She loved wearing sexy things, even if she had no intention of showing them off to anyone else. Certainly not to a male partner teamed up with her on a mission.
    She had to admit that ditching her other partners—who had been Enforcers like her—had been easy. Maybe they had wanted her to lose them while she did all the work on the investigations. David was another story. The situation had changed so drastically—with them now here in the rainforest instead of back home in Texas—that she wasn’t certain she did want to do this on her own. The case wasn’t supposed to be dangerous, but a trip to the jungle could change that scenario in a heartbeat.
    She was still neatly folding her clothes and placing them in a chest of drawers when David knocked on her doorjamb, frowned, and said, “You don’t have bunk beds in here? Wanna switch rooms?”
    â€œNo, thanks.” She slammed the dresser drawer closed, fighting a smile.
    He eyed the bed further and shook his head, muttering under his breath, “I should have checked the bed situation out first.”
    â€œYou mean, you wouldn’t have been a gentleman and let me have the big bed?” she asked, loving that she could put him on the spot.
    He gave her a quick, heart-thumping smile. “I would have shared it with you.” He paused, watching her, letting that sink in. She wasn’t going for it. He sighed. “Ready for dinner? The dining hall closes soon, and there’s no other place to grab a bite unless you want to hunt for it later tonight.”
    â€œThe dining hall sounds good to me.” She didn’t mind hunting when she had no other choice. She was wild—used to handling herself as a jaguar in the jungle—but given the option, she preferred eating at a more civilized dining facility.
    She peeked into the bathroom on the way down the hall and frowned. “Toilet, sink. Where’s the bathtub or shower?”
    â€œOutdoor warm-water showers,” David said, looking like he was fighting a smile. “Sorry, our bosses didn’t splurge on this mission.”
    She didn’t think David was sorry at all. “Your boss got you a first-class seat on the plane.”
    â€œYeah, because the rest of the seats were filled.”
    â€œGreat.” She hoped they’d find the missing teens soon and be out of here before she had to take too many outdoor showers. In this hot, muggy weather, they’d need them.
    They left the cabana and headed on the stone walkway to the dining hall, hidden by vegetation as if they were taking a Sunday stroll through the jungle.
    â€œSo where are the kids?” she asked.
    â€œFrom what my boss has gathered, they signed up to do a bunch of the activities near here.”
    â€œTo be here by themselves, they must be wild too.”
    â€œYou’re right. From what Martin says, they’ve been coming to Belize with their parents for years. Their parents are general surgeons, so they have the