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remember those three days and you tell me if you honestly think I'm guilty of romanticizing them. First off, I distinctly recall that the only bath either of us had during the whole time was one quick dip in a river on the second day. I also vividly remember you complaining about being hungry most of the time. . . ."
    "I did not!" Reva felt obliged to defend herself against the accusation. Her neat brows drew together in a quelling frown.
    "Yes, you did. So much so that in order to pacify you I was forced to stoop to 'liberating' a few chickens, several eggs, and bartering my watch for some milk!" The lion gaze gleamed humorously down into her upturned face.
    "You were just as hungry as I was!" she shot back tartly. But against her will she was remembering that he had kept her fed during those three days. Even if she'd been able to catch the chickens by herself she wasn't at all sure she could have killed and cleaned them. Her only contribution to their meals had been cooking and serving. It was Josh who had calmly disappeared in the brief hours before dawn and returned with food from sources he refused to specify.
    "Oh, I was hungry, all right," he agreed, toying with a lock of sun-streaked hair which had fallen across her shoulder. Then his eyes swept the slender shape of her body, taking in the small breasts and narrow waist outlined beneath the glimmering silk sheath. "But you don't look as if you've been eating as well lately as you were when I was responsible for feeding you," he noted. "Hell, woman! I can feel your bones!" He ran probing fingers lightly over the shape of her hip and frowned. "Are you sure you haven't been pining away for me?" he added.
    "Not in the least. I've been dieting. The only reason I had more weight on me when you saw me last is that I'd been vacationing for several days and I always go on a binge during vacations!" Reva fixed him with a look of hauteur.
    "You didn't look as if you were dieting tonight," he remarked.
    "When I eat out I enjoy myself. But I have to make up for it by watching calories the rest of the week," she sighed, wondering how in the world the subject of the conversation had become her eating habits.
    "Trying to stay fashionably skinny for boys like Tanner? Well, you won't have to worry about that around me. I already know you have a healthy appetite and I wouldn't
    mind in the least if you increase by a couple of sizes. I doubt that it's even healthy being this slender."
    "Josh! Will you kindly talk about something else? My diet problems are my own affair!" Reva snapped. Very delicately she attempted to straighten slightly in his lap but without a word he simply tightened his hold and she was forced tenderly back against him.
    "What was the original subject?" he mused thoughtfully. "Oh, yes, your concern that I may have overromanti-cized our encounter four months ago. Let's see, what else do I remember?"
    "Okay," she groaned in resignation, "So you recall some of the difficulties involved. But you're missing my whole point, Josh, and that is that you seem to have developed some sort of fixation about me which probably came about because of the drama of the moment. You stayed behind and I came home to the normal world. You can't just return four months later and expect me to still be caught up in that drama!"
    "Have you been sleeping with Tanner?" he asked coolly.
    "What!" Reva was startled by the question. She had been involved trying to argue her side of the matter and here he was asking a totally unrelated question. "That's none of your business!"
    "A simple yes or no will do, Reva," he told her quietly. "Have you been sharing his bed?"
    "No!" she grated, not altogether certain why she was bothering to answer the impertinent question. "I've only known him a month, Josh!"
    "You only knew me three days," he pointed out, the edge of his mouth turning upward.
    "That's a terrible thing to say," she accused, flushing under the impact of his gaze.
    "I'm trying to make a point. I