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“Seems to me you’re better at taking it.”

“As true as that is, I need other body parts right now.”

“Just tell me what you need, babe. I am happy to oblige.”

“This episode of Getting Randy in the Rainforest is to be continued. I need your feet on the ground and your eyes on the forest, so I can pee.”

He laughed and touched his forehead to her shoulder. “You’re killing me, Steele.”

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“No need to be.” He kissed her tenderly, and as he drew back, his expression turned serious. She imagined the protective part of his brain shoving his libido to the side, barking orders, as he reached for her clothes and said, “I’ll be right there with you, but you need to be on full alert, and don’t forget the hatchet.”

Chapter Twelve

AS THE SUN crept over the tent the next morning, Flynn awoke hot, hard, and happier than he’d been in years. Sutton was fast asleep in his arms, making the cutest snoring sounds. My little spoon. With that dangerous thought, he tried to concentrate on all the things they had to do today. They’d skipped dinner last night, and with one more night in the rainforest and a long trek out, they needed sustenance. He mentally mapped out where to forage for food and tried to come up with a few ideas for filming, which was difficult when all he really wanted to do was stay in the tent with the beauty in his arms. But he didn’t think that would go over very well. Sorry, Karen. We have no footage from day three. We were too busy doing dirty things to each other.

That gave him pause. No woman had ever distracted him from work the way Sutton did. He was frustrated with himself for allowing it to happen, but at the same time, warmer emotions battled their way to the forefront.

Sutton made a sleepy sound and turned in his arms, eyes closed, a sweet smile playing at her lips as she cuddled as close as she could.

He hugged her against his side, kissing the top of her head. “What’s that smile for?”

She opened her eyes, tipping her face up. “I was just dreaming about hazelnut coffee from the Beanery, and a hamburger and fries from the Beehive.” The Beanery was a coffee shop and the Beehive was a café. They were both in Port Hudson.

“Your dreams are very different from mine.”

“Where’s that Portuguese coffee guy when I need him?”

Jealousy flared in his chest, just as it had when the guy had brought her coffee while they were on that assignment in Portugal. “You don’t need him.”

“Yes, I do,” she grumbled.

He gritted his teeth.

“Are you jealous?”

He gave her hair a playful tug. “Don’t mock me, Steele. I didn’t like seeing you hug him then, and I don’t want to think about it now.”

She smiled. “Forget the coffee guy. Aren’t you hungry? I’m starved. I would kill for a chocolate–peanut butter milkshake and some of Dawn’s red-velvet cupcakes, or her cookie-dough-stuffed brownies. Or those cheesecake bites she makes. Mm.”

Andi’s older sister, Dawn, hosted an LWW baking show called Just Desserts, and she often brought goodies in for Andi and their team to enjoy.

“If you ate all that sugar, you’d be even hungrier an hour from now. We can get some chontacuro worms and passion fruit and head back to the river to catch more fish. I’ll make you a feast.”

She buried her face in his chest. “No more worms.”

“You’re cute when you’re cranky.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I’ve got some breakfast sausage you can have, but it doesn’t have much nutritional value.”

“You’re the reason I’m starving in the first place.” She sat up and pulled on her boots.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

She gave him the side-eye and left the tent mumbling something about needing to pee.

“Wait for me,” he called after her, shoving his feet into his boots.

“I’ve got the hatchet!”