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The glow of hting

We whipped around at the sa, “We’re late!”

Leo ju as a door

“Get dressed,” I hissed Not that his body wouldn’t be a distraction for Kathleen—hell for any woman, with those smooth planes and hard lines

Focus, Zara I searched for the clothes that I’d shoved in a laundry bag last night They’d be crusty and paint-covered, but I didn’t have a choice

“Here” Leo shoved a hanger with a plastic laundry bag over it at me

Holding it up, I looked back to him “What the hell’s in here?”

“Your clothes fro outside our tent”

“You sent theone out of his way to do me a favor Was that a flutter in my stomach?

“It was either that or have you shoith in the yurt pajaood i her that I sucker slapped you in the face with a giant balloon isn’t a good look”

A good look Right, he didn’t want to look like the bad guy

We both threw on our clothes None of those hard to place fuzzy feelings were there anymore They’d been replaced with a determination to win the brunch and move onto our final camp-inspired event

On the dew-soaked walk over, ere pretending to do kept gnawing at me What if we slipped up? What if Leo’s handsy exploration went a little too far and I had to aainst his chest was one of theand I beca into his apartment just to cuddle with him? “What if we fessed up to Kathleen?”

“About…”

I twirled the ring aroundit over my knuckle