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Do not poke the grumpy bear, Lauren

She entered the tent

A burst of rich color, deep purples and sheer violets, greeted her everywhere she looked Brass tables set with s strewed around, it was a sight to behold Two veiled areas separated away froe where they stood

One had aby the delicious aro toward her and the other contained a low but vast bed with a h for two A thick fur rug lay neatly folded at the bottoainst the far corner

Sing the sudden tension, she faced the silent six-foot-two-inchat her His very silence sent her nerves thru “I like it Which tent is yours?” she said with a cheer that hurt her own head

“This”

Thud went her heart against her rib cage “The other one’s mine then?”

She ers cla area behind them

With precise movements that actually betrayed his ruffled temper, he poured water into a copper tumbler and handed it to her “Drink before you expire from the heat”

She took the tu the divan farthest from him, she sank onto it The bed was soft and coainst the tent wall

Heart tattooing in her chest, she lifted her head and aze Before he could take the little place left next to her, she groaned and stretched her legs, tilting to the side

So like a curse fell from his mouth before he chose the divan perpendicular to hers His long legs spread out before hiht unlike her As if he suspected that she would run and he would need to pounce

“Where do you think I’ to run to,” she said slowly

His head jerked up, his entire fra woman I’ve ever met”

Fury Impatience Worry She frowned at the last

“Are you hungry?”

She shook her head while casting her mind around to find any excuse to postpone the stor between they about hi what to do with her and it let loose panic in her tummy