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turn into a pissing contest. My—fish—is bigger than yours.
Are they still at the campground?”
    “No, I saw Arnie’s Jeep
drive by my house early this afternoon.”
    “So, I guess it’s just
us.”
    “Just us.” He slid
across the blanket and picked up her hand.
    A quiver ran through
her.
    “What are you looking
for, Sam? I need to know because I don’t want to scare you away again.”
    The stillness of the
night was broken by a bullfrog croaking in the shallows. Her heart thumped. “I
like you, Ethan. There’s an ease about you…” She gave a little shrug. “…a
calmness that I need right now. And I won’t pretend I don’t feel the attraction
between us.”
    His thumb rubbed across
the back of her hand. “Do you want to do something about it?”
    She sucked in a breath.
“I do, but I don’t want to get hurt.”
    “Who says you have to?”
    She leaned against his
shoulder, and he slid his arm around her waist.
    “I know how these things
work. I’ll leave to help at an earthquake in China or a Tsunami in India or an
epidemic in Africa. You’ll say you’ll be around when I get back, but…”
    “But what?”
    The words whispered
across her ear, and she shivered. “You’ll meet some cute little thing who’s on
vacation, or a nice woman looking for a new dog and a bit of human companionship.”
She hunched one shoulder. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
    “You have it all figured
out.” His words were clipped.
    She stiffened.
“Experience. Not that I blame a guy for moving on. I realize waiting around for
someone isn’t exactly fun on a Saturday night.”
    “So you don’t let
yourself get too involved, and everyone is happy?”
    Sam tried to remember
the last time she was happy—heart soaring, stomach fluttering, pulse racing
happy—and came up empty. “Something like that.”
    He pulled her against
him until their hips pressed together. “You are such a liar.”
    The edge in his voice
was gone. In fact, he seemed almost cheerful .
    Her mouth dropped open.
She snapped it shut. “Everything nice I said about you before—I take it back.”
    He chuckled, a low, sexy
sound that made her thighs clamp together.
    “You aren’t as tough as
you pretend.” He gave her a hard squeeze. “And I’m not like the other men
you’ve dated. When I make a promise, I keep it. Of course being willing to make
a commitment that spans continents would have to depend on more than a couple
of dates.”
    The tension building
inside her dissolved. “I’m crushed.  A few hours ago you wanted to marry
me.”
    Laughing, he pulled her
down onto her side to bring their faces millimeters apart. “Want to make out?”
    “I might die if we
don’t,” she whispered.
    His lips eased onto
hers, and she closed her eyes. Being held felt so good. The comfort of a hard
chest and strong arms, the heat and scent of a male body pressed tight against
her. His tongue probed, tasting. She whimpered low in her throat and clung,
sliding her hands beneath his shirt to stroke the tough skin of his back.
    He pulled away a
fraction. “No wonder we ended up in bed last time. God, Sam, together we’re
tinder on a bonfire.”
    “Yeah.” She pressed her
forehead against his and breathed deep.
    He bit her earlobe and
nibbled along her jaw. A jolt of desire slammed through her. Pulling her hands
from beneath his shirt, she sunk her fingers into his hair and kissed him back
with enthusiasm. Ethan tasted of coffee and man. She pressed tighter against
him, feeling the hard length of his desire.
    The trilling melody of
her cell phone niggled at the edge of awareness. She ignored it. His hands
cupped her face, thumbs stroking her temples. She was burning up.
    The ringing stopped—and
started again. His voice shook when he spoke. “Do you need to get that?”
    She blinked. “Huh?”
    “Your phone.”
    Sam flopped backward
onto the blanket. Her hand trembled as she pulled it out of her sweater pocket
and glanced at the screen.