Just Trust Me... by Jacquie D'Alessandro

Author:Jacquie D'Alessandro [D'Alessandro, Jacquie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9781552545850
Google: eGzEya_bnFEC
Amazon: 0373792808
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2006-09-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Impatience pulled at Brett, and he quickened his pace.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Kayla asked, tugging on his hand. “Slow down. I need the restroom tent, but not bad enough to actually jog there.”

Damn. The words privacy and Kayla had collided in his mind, and the almost painful anticipation of making love to her that he’d suffered through all day had instantly morphed into full-fledged rampaging desire. The knowledge that he wouldn’t have to wait until they retired to their tent to make love had fired heat and lust and raw want to his every nerve-ending. It was all he could do not to fling her over his shoulder and break into a sprint.

“Sorry,” he said, slowing down—an effort that cost him.

They rounded a curve in the path and saw Eileen and Ashley heading toward them. “It’s just a bit further,” Eileen said. “Good luck!”

“Okay, you know it’s not going to be good when you need luck to use a bathroom,” Kayla said with a sigh. Just around the next curve they came across what was clearly the bathroom tent, beneath a tall tree. The tent was nothing more than four six-foot high poles attached at the top and set in a square shape with white shower curtains hanging between them. A wooden plaque with the word Vacant painted in bold red letters was propped at the base of the tree.

Brett looked down at her, his impatience somewhat tempered by curiosity as to how she’d react. “Well, princess?”

She drew a deep, bracing breath, then squared her shoulders. “I’m not going to be beaten by a square of shower curtains. When in ancient Incan territory, do as the ancient Incans did. I’m going in.”

“Atta girl. Except, the ancient Incans didn’t have plastic shower curtains.”

“Well, see that? I’m feeling lucky already.” She cast a quick look around. “Keep an eye out for bears, okay?”

“Sure. Wildcats and snakes, too.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not helping.”

“Sorry. I’ll keep guard.” His lips twitched. “While I remain standing up to take care of business over there.” He nodded toward a nearby group of tall bushes.

“Again, not helping.” After another scan of the surroundings clearly satisfied her that nothing harmful lurked, she handed him her bundle of clothes, raised her chin then marched toward the tent, looking like a solider heading into battle.

Chuckling softly, he moved a discreet distance away toward the tall bushes, his amusement increasing when she turned over the wooden sign so that it that read Occupied and rested it against the tree trunk. Five minutes later she emerged, then rinsed her hands from the bucket of water Paolo had provided.

“You okay?” he asked, joining her and rinsing his own hands.

“I survived. I’ll certainly never take indoor plumbing for granted again. Nor will I ever complain about Porta Potties.”

“See? It’s all in your perspective. Sort of like the man who complained about his shoes hurting—until he met a man who had no shoes.”

She looked up at him, brushing her hands dry against her shorts, and Brett stilled at her serious expression.

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