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snapped the shot. That made her laugh with outrage and grab for the phone. He swung his hand out of reach, holding it high. “I need photos of you, too,” he argued.
    “I hate having my picture taken . Delete it!” With another quick laugh, she lunged for his phone .
    He jerked back just as she connected with his hand. The movement threw her off balance and she twisted and fell at his feet with a cry.
    “Careful,” he called, grabbing at her flailing arm. He wasn’t quick enough and she landed on her hip.
    “Ow , ” she cried, lifting one leg. “That hurt.”
    Matt knelt down, reaching for her leg, cradling the calf. “Where?”
    “My ankle. I hurt it playing tennis a few years ago and the tendons haven’t been the same since.”
    Pocketing his phone, he sat back on his heels and gently prodded his way down her leg. The temptation to stroke her smooth skin was strong, but he stayed focused. As he reached the ankle, he lowered her short sock and searched for swelling.
    Already some puffiness showed above the top of her shoe. “Looks like you sprained it.”
    “Terrific. Leave it to me to ruin my vacation.” She flopped back on the ground, leaving her leg in his hands.
    “I’ll get some ice from the canteen. And I have an elastic bandage.”
    She lifted her sunglasses. “Why am I not surprised? You were always so…together, and I am still so scattered.”
    He rose to one knee and tugged at her arm. “Sit up.”
    She moved to stand.
    “No, I said sit.” With one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, Matt lifted her and carried her along the path, back toward the turnout.
    Jen squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
    “That should be obvious.”
    Her arms locked behind his head, helping distribute her weight, but she wasn’t heavy enough to be a problem. He dragged wet, coughing, limp people from the waves on an almost daily basis at his job. The only problem he had with Jen being in his arms was his awareness of her body. The straggling swimmers on the beach never had that effect on him.
    The breeze carried her scent to him, feminine and sweet, citrusy . He pressed his lips against the side of her head, savoring her the warmth of her against his skin. How could he convince her this was where she belonged? In his arms. In his life.
    He shouldn’t think that way so soon, but he couldn’t help it. He was half afraid to let her board an airplane out of his life again, and risk losing her.
    As he stifled a groan of frustration, he focused on the trail back to the turnout. Losing his footing and dropping his woman wouldn’t gain him any points. And he had that huge fuck-up to amend for .
    He set her down on a low rock at the edge of the creek, where she could rest her foot in the cool water. Kneeling beside her, he removed her shoe and sock. “Stick your feet in the water.”
    After quickly baring her other foot, she scooted forward on the rock and lowered her feet. She squealed. “It’s cold!”
    “It’s still spring. What did you expect?” He opened the backpack and lifted out the containers of food, setting them in the dirt between them.
    Jen leaned over to watch. “Wow, what all did you bring?”
    Lifting each container, he answered. “Gouda, some fruit. Crackers.” He took the last item out of the pack. “And sparkling water with lime.”
    “How did you carry all that? It must weigh a ton.”
    He shrugged. Taking the plastic cups out of the side pockets, he opened the bottle and poured. As he set out the meal, he reminisced. “A bit different from what we packed back in the day, isn’t it?”
    She laughed, bright and loud. “Cold pizza, beef jerky. I brought carrot sticks once but I was the only one who ate them.”
    “I ate a few. I was on that bodybuilding kick for the most part.”
    “That’s right. You ate fish, grilled chicken and veggies.” Putting her sunglasses down on the rock, she grinned at him. “And on your nights off you washed