She’d spent too many hours fooling around with Talon. Just the thought of his muscle-strewn body sent a rush of desire through her. Between the brush of her t-shirt and the slide of her khakis, Lynn was convinced she’d go out of her mind. Her body seemed hypersensitive and far too revved for someone who’d just spent the afternoon having mind-blowing sex. Shouldn’t she be sated by now? She hitched her backpack higher and began the slow journey back to camp. As much as she’d enjoyed her day with Talon--okay more than enjoyed—she couldn’t alow him to distract her tomorrow. Lynn had a job to do. She picked her way along the trail wondering not for the first time if he’d be waiting when she returned. He’d told her that he had to check on his campsite. Was that the truth? Or was it just a polite way to blow her off? Lynn didn’t know. She shouldn’t realy care… but she did. She’d never let a man get under her skin. Had never met a man capable of doing so until she’d met Talon.
