While Harry prepared their food, Ross and a couple of men went to wash. Gil and Jack were still out with the cattle and would eat later on. The meal was ready, so where were the men? She fumed. Ross castigated her all the time over the slightest little infringement to his exacting standards, though he didn't care how he upset the order of things when he wanted to do something. She stormed towards the river. Oh, God, if only she hadn't! The angry tirade she was about to unleash jammed in her throat. Ross and the men were naked! Stark naked! Like carefree children, they frolicked in knee deep water. Her legs nearly buckled. She wanted to turn tail and run, but somehow her feet wouldn't move. "Come on, Harry," Ross invited. "It's shallow, but it's cool." "No thanks. Food's nearly ready." "It can wait. Why don't you have a wash, you dirty little bugger?" He strode towards her, completely unconcerned about his nakedness. She tried to focus on a point near his shoulder, not below his waist, but of their own volition her eyes honed in on that forbidden place.
