For a moment, he contemplated doing something similar himself. Lord knew he wanted to, but he decided against it. Too much too soon. Just feeling her in his arms was enough for now. The rest would come later. At least, that’s what he hoped. The fact she’d allowed him to embrace her told him there was reason for optimism. At least she didn’t detest him. Too soon to tell if she liked him enough to want to sleep with him, but at least she wasn’t repulsed by him the way she was with the German guy before. Judging from the way she looked at the fellow, she couldn’t wait to be rid of him. He’d made a bit of an ass of himself feeling jealous of such a sad excuse for a human being. The moment he saw the expression on Erin’s face through the binoculars, his equanimity had returned. Setting fire to the guy’s bag had been a welcome bonus, and from this distance an easy shot for an expert marksman such as himself. The heat from the sun had done the rest, the tiny flare merely providing the spark that ignited the rest of the package.
