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existed between them
that morning, which included not mentioning the kiss the night before.
    He lifted his hand, and she froze.
    “What is it?” She barely whispered the words, while her stomach grumbled
loudly, signaling noon.
    “Don’t move.”
    He bent to the ground, and she could see what he was looking at now. Three
metal prongs the width of pencil lead sticking out an inch or so from the soil.
    “Land mine,” he said as he looked around for more. “I say we definitely found
the training grounds.”
    She forgot all about her hunger as cold sweat ran down her back. If she’d
taken one more step… She swallowed. “What do we do now?”
    “We back away, carefully. We’ll go slower. Go around this whole area. Step
exactly where I step.”
    He was calm, focused. She put her life into his hands and followed him.
    Two hours passed by the time they went around, then another two before they
picked up Fowler’s trail. By the time they finally made it out of the valley,
night was settling onto the woods.
    “You think he knows we’re coming after him?” she asked once she felt safe
enough to take a full breath.
    “I doubt it. Most likely he’s taking basic precaution,” Cameron said. “We’ll
stop for the night. I don’t want to run into any surprises in the dark.”
    She wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment. She was still waiting for the
muscles in her shoulders to unknot from the landmine scare.
    Cameron walked around for a few minutes, picked the site, and she helped him
make a bed of leaves. The air was cooler than the night before. She moved in
closer. For heat, she told herself, and because her nerves were rattled. She
found his large presence calming.
    Until she looked into his eyes.
    He touched his forehead to hers. “We’ll get him tomorrow,” he said.
    She pressed against his warmth, and when his arms came around her, she didn’t
pull away. Not even when his lips found hers with the ease of coming home.

Chapter Twenty-One
    The kiss started slow. Cameron was giving her plenty of time. For what? To
change her mind? They had kissed before. She knew what she was getting into. She
needed him to make her forget how close they’d come to death earlier. A
goodnight kiss to relax, to comfort.
    And she did draw comfort for a while…until heat took over, then raw need —
the strength of which took her breath away.
    She got sucked under so fast, she didn’t know what hit her. One second they
were kissing, the next she had her hands under his shirt, the next he didn’t
have a shirt on. Had she done that?
    She pulled back, confused, and her gaze fell onto the scars that crisscrossed
his chest. She ran a light finger over the largest, then followed the path with
her lips. The urge to taste him seemed overwhelming.
    “Mia?” he groaned the question.
    She buried her face into the crook of his neck. “It’s crazy. I —” She
couldn’t finish.
    “I know.” He kissed the crown of her head and made a path down her cheek,
circling back to her mouth.
    His large hands smoothed down her back, found their way under her T-shirt. He
had enough heat to singe her skin. His fingers ran up her rib cage, to the
underside of her breasts. She closed her eyes.
    It had been a long time since she’d been touched like this, she thought. Then
he did something with his thumbs that sent fire skittering across her skin.
She’d never been touched like that.
    “Cam…”
    By the time he lifted his head to look at her, she forgot what she was going
to say. There just wasn’t enough room for him under her shirt. She lifted her
arms to help him get the thing off.
    He bent his head to the lace of her bra, and her back arched on its own. Then
she was free all of a sudden, nothing to separate nipple from mouth.
    He was madness. She’d felt it from the moment he’d stepped into her office.
And yet she hadn’t been able to keep away from him.
    He came up and claimed her lips again. She gave