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possessive and jealous. Exactly the way I wanted her. Forever in constant need of me and only me.
    We headed back up the incline to the camp. Preacher’s teeth glinted a little in the firelight as we approached and he offered Tara the plate filled with beef stew from the cans we’d carried from the beach. “Probably rice and beans from here on out, so enjoy it. The water cold?”
    I grinned, imagining Tara’s blush. “Not too cold.”
    “Good to know.” He took Becca’s hand and started to lead her toward the stream, then paused and turned back for a moment. “Don’t forget, drink all you can. We’ll refill the bottles in the morning.”
    I hung our clothes near the fire while Tara ate from the single plate, then she sat with me while I wolfed down the food. Finished, I wiped the plate clean with a few leaves, since I had no intention of going back to the stream.
    Preacher and Becca came back from the stream finally and my guess was, he’d done exactly what I had. Taken an opportunity we might not get again. “We need to keep watch through the night. I don’t like the idea of that sadist out there sneaking around. I’ll go first, Bane you get the second watch.”
    I nodded. “In that case, I’m going to turn in and get some rest.”
    “When do I get to stand guard?” Tara looked from Preacher to me. I looked at him with a raised brow, glad it was him who had to talk his way of this one.
    “You won’t tonight, Tara. We need you and Becca strong and rested tomorrow in case we run into trouble.”
    Tara looked at him for a long moment. “Right. In other words, you don’t think women are strong enough to stay up half the night for guard duty, and still be able to keep up the next day.”
    “If that’s what I meant, that’s what I would say. No. We need you and Becca strong and rested. The two of you will have the heaviest packs, since I’m moving all around and covering far more ground, and Bane is chopping the underbrush away to clear something like a path. The two of you will have the majority of our supplies to keep safe.”
    “Hm. Ok.” The smallness of Tara’s voice said she was embarrassed for doubting Preacher.
    I stood and drew her up to stand. “Come on, let’s get some rest while we can.”
     

Chapter Four
     
    I jolted awake and Tara shot up with me. “Wha-what, what is it, a spider?” She whacked at her hair, hurrying to stand.
    “No, no, sorry.” I stood and embraced her. “Sorry, I was dreaming and freaked you out I think.” I gazed around at the eerily quiet forest, the dream I’d had making it feel like that moment in a horror movie where you just knew shit was about to go down.
    She sighed and sagged against my chest a few seconds after, mumbling, “I was dreaming we were at the mansion. In the shower. Showering. With soap. And shampoo.”
    I stroked her hair and smiled in the early dawn. “It’s only the second day love, you’re fine. Your hair still smells amazing.” I eyed the tree with the flag as Preacher and Becca sat up. I was ready to get it and go.
    Preacher seemed to think the same and walked to the tree.
    “Lucian,” Tara hissed as I followed.
    I turned to find her waving me to her, distressed. “What?” I whispered, reaching her.
    “I need the damn bathroom.” She angled her head to look behind me. “The number one.”
    Phew. I knew that the dreaded other number would eventually come up and dreaded when it did. Not for me but for her and how that would make her feel. I turned to Preacher. “Bathroom.”
    “Oh,” Becca waved her hand with wide eyes. “Me too.”
    Preacher looked around then pointed to a set of bushes. “There.”
    “What?” Tara said, “We need privacy!” “Squat!” Preacher said, angling that black gaze at her. “You’re not getting lost first thing in the morning when we need to get a head start. This jungle is begging to swallow us the second twenty feet separates us. So…” He pointed to the bushes a few yards away.