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steely voice that, no doubt, caused his courtroom adversaries to quake in their Gucci boots. But not Helen. She just kepton whistling. No, she wouldn’t let him intimidate her. She whistled louder.
    â€œQuick. Before those yo-yo’s come back and decide to mark another part of my body for a kick-boxing target.”
    Helen raised her eyes to see the three bandits making a campsite, keeping a watchful eye on them the entire time.
    â€œC’mon.”
    Geez, talk about a lack of finesse . Helen felt somewhat disappointed. She’d expected Rafe to be a smoother, more persuasive lover. Heck, he probably didn’t consider her worth the effort. Or else, he figured she was easy. Trying to remain calm, she stuck another blade of grass in her mouth and resumed whistling.
    â€œI swear, the minute I get free, I’m gonna shake you till you swallow that weed. Then I’m gonna twist your tongue so you can’t ever whistle again.”
    â€œDon’t be so cranky.”
    â€œCranky? Cranky?” he sputtered. “I’m dying here. Pull down my pants.”
    So that was it. “Do you have to pee?”
    He said a really foul word.
    â€œWell, excuse me!” He didn’t have to relieve himself; so, it must be what she’d thought originally. The ape! As if he would die from unrequited lust!
    â€œHelen,” he warned.
    â€œShhh. I’m trying to think of a plan for us to escape. Should I untie you?”
    â€œLater. It’s too dangerous now while they hold all the weapons. First things first.” He sucked in a huge breath, then hissed, “Look at my ass.”
    â€œDid aliens steal your brains? What in the world would make you think I want to engage in a quickie with you?”
    He made a tsking noise of frustration. “Babe, when—rather if —I ever decide to make love with you, it’s not going to be a quickie. It’s going to be long and hard and noisy and—”
    â€œStop it! Stop it right now.” Rafe had a knack for creating the most vivid, tantalizing, erotic fantasies in her head, and she wouldn’t have it. She stamped her foot for emphasis, and her pinto shied away nervously.
    â€œI have a blister,” he blurted out.
    â€œYou have a . . . Oh!” Now it was her turn to blush. He hadn’t been putting the make on her. He just needed her help with a blister. She wished the earth would open up and swallow her. “Why didn’t you say so before?”
    â€œHurry! It’s throbbing like hell, and Ignacio will probably find some way to make it hurt more if he finds out.”
    Acting hastily, Helen moved him behind the horse and knelt. She feigned nonchalance as she undid the button of his fly and pulled down the zipper, but her fumbling fingers gave her away. That, and her barely quashed gasp as he grew hard at the slight brush of her fingertips.
    â€œOh . . . my . . . God!” Rafe gritted out. “Did you have to touch me?”
    â€œDid you have to get it aroused?”
    â€œBelieve me, it has a mind of its own.”
    â€œBut I didn’t do anything.”
    â€œHelen, Helen, Helen. All you have to do is breathe, and I get turned on.”
    â€œYou jerk. Undoing your pants wasn’t my idea. Why do you twist every little thing into something sexual?”
    â€œSweetheart, your hand on my cock isn’t any ‘little thing.’ Believe me, it’s a great big thing.”
    â€œGod, you are such a horny toad. You’re hot for anything in skirts, aren’t you?”
    â€œYou’re not wearing skirts,” he reminded her. “And I’ll have you know, a woman opened my button-fly jeans with her teeth one time, and I wasn’t half as turned on as I am now.”
    â€œOh.” His crude words pleased Helen in a cockeyed sort of way. Could a woman actually do that with her teeth? Giving herself a mental shake, she said, “Stop teasing me, andturn around. Or