Trevor sat on the edge of the shower pool with his legs dangling in the water. The rocks were so warm beneath him, it was a wonder the island python hadn’t made another appearance here. Not that he was in a hurry to come across that beast again. Bella had settled into the crook of his arm, her soft body and the tender touch of her hand on his bare thigh were doing more for him than the island air. If he had half a brain, he’d keep his distance from her, but running out last night hadn’t helped any. Running away today wouldn’t either. He couldn’t get her off his mind and he didn’t want to get her off his body. On the other side of Bella, Jose worked shampoo into his hair. “We’ve got better things to do than look for treasure that’s long gone.” “What makes you so sure it’s gone?” If Bella weren’t in his arms, Trevor would slug the dense jackass. Couldn’t he see they all needed a distraction, something to pass the time? Something other than sex. Bella picked her head up off his chest and turned toward Jose.
