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them out of the bonfire tonight.”
    Fisher reached into the truck and pulled out a fire extinguisher. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.”
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    The next morning Hunter was up with the birds. At a quarter to nine, after a nice breakfast at the lodge, he knocked on Toni’s cabin door. She answered wearing a big, black straw sun hat, its brim almost concealing her face, a black fishnet, see-through cover-up over a bathing suit that was… something completely unexpected.
    The black one-piece suit was right out of a 1940s pinup calendar—plain, save for a little ruffle on the sweetheart neckline, held up by wide straps, and a small ruffle at the leg where it ended like those boy shorts his old girlfriend wore all the time. He suddenly knew why those photos stayed on the walls for years and years. Her suit barely hinted at cleavage, but was so damn sexy he had to shake his head to clear it.
    “What is it now?” She stuck her hands on her hips and spread her legs as if she was getting ready to fight. She had long, powerful legs, not the sticks some girls walk around on. Toni’s were cut without being bulky. Damn, even in those checkerboard Vans, she looked hot. It probably wasn’t a good idea to mention that seeing her in an old-fashioned bathing suit scrambled his brain.
    “One good breeze, and your hat will be history. Do you have a baseball cap?”
    “I thought we had to wear helmets.” She was cute when she was exasperated.
    “We do when we’re on the raft, but this is for the hike to the river and the time we’re off the raft. Believe me, as pale as you are, you’ll need a hat. I have one you can wear if you want.”
    She took a step back. “Hike?”
    Damn. In a tenth of a second she went from mad to scared. He preferred mad—it was kind of a turn-on. He imagined she was always sexy, but anger made her go from hot to scorching. When she was scared though—shit, he had no defenses. “We’re about a quarter of a mile from the river. It’s an easy hike.”
    “Nothing about this trip is easy.”
    “Why is that?”
    Toni shook her head and mumbled something that sounded like, “I can’t do this.”
    James, Trapper, Fisher, and a pack of models chose that particular moment to join them. No matter how many beautiful women surrounded him, Hunter couldn’t take his eyes off Toni. She had all the signs of being terrified of something; he just didn’t know what. On that subject, her mouth was shut, which seemed out of character.
    James slid beside her, threw his arm over her shoulder, and pulled her close. “How you holding up?”
    “Just peachy, thanks. I have to get my other hat.” She took off her floppy hat and gave it a wave. “Survivor Man said this one won’t cut it. Everyone go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”
    Hunter didn’t move. “I don’t mind waiting.”
    She stepped into his personal space. A tough New Yorker replaced the terrified woman. “I don’t need an escort. I’m a grown woman. I think I can find the river on my own.” Not that it looked as if she was planning to. He had a feeling if she went back inside that cabin she’d shut the door, slide the bolt home, and shove a chair under the doorknob just for good measure.
    Hunter didn’t need reminding that she was a woman grown. He knew it with every fiber of his being. He had a sudden urge to make use of the collar she wore around her throat, whether to pull her closer or make her stay, he was unsure. He didn’t have to be Einstein to know she was past ready to bolt. He wanted to know why. “I’m sure you can. I’m just not sure you will.”
    With a toss of her head, she had James clapping his hands. “Okay, let’s get down to the rafts everyone. Toni and Hunter, play nice, and don’t be too long.”

Chapter 2
    Too bad Hunter wouldn’t leave with James and the models. Toni needed a moment. Okay, she needed a millennium. She waited until everyone was out of earshot of her cabin, which was a while because it was eerily