What kind of guy considered the essentials of life to be condoms and chocolate? “Danny!” Matt groaned as he picked up a Hershey’s bar and slammed it down again on the table. “His stupid idea of a joke.” “Danny?” Cristy asked, her brow furrowed. “Who’s Danny?” The anguish in Matt’s voice surprised her. “My damn stupid kid brother. He was the last to use the boat and he must have packed the panic bag.” Matt’s face softened and he ran his fingers through his hair. His voice was wry. “Chocolate and condoms. That’s just what Danny would think were all that was needed in an emergency.” Cristy’s eyes followed the path of the chocolate and her tummy growled again—louder this time. “As far as the chocolate is concerned, I’m inclined to agree with him.” Matt laughed, picked up the Hershey’s bar again, and tossed it to her. “You’ve got a point there.” Deftly, Cristy caught it and had the wrapper torn off in seconds. The smell was heaven. She broke off a row and had it halfway to her mouth before, with willpower she didn’t know she possessed, she paused and held it toward him.
