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shoulder—a zigzag line of rocks that ran behind the falls.
    The overspray showered them both with frigid water, but Seth took them across with a frighteningly adept footing considering his size, her added weight, and his cowboy boots. He jumped them across the stones until his next landing was in a soft span of dirt several feet behind the center of the falls. He jogged her in under cover until they no longer felt the icy spray.
    Fast as he’d been, both of them were fairly wet by the time the jaunt was finished. Brandi’s ass, pant legs, and back were soaked, and she’d nearly lost a shoe along the way. Her front, however, and purse were bone dry from being pressed to his hard, warm body. Seth was just plain drenched from his hat down, save for where she’d been squashed to his back.
    He slid her down until she was on the ground, and she again found herself blinking in relative darkness. He’d brought her into some kind of cave hidden behind the falls. At least, she assumed that’s what it was, considering she couldn’t see much aside from the light of the moon still visible at the mouth of where they sheltered.
    “Great,” she muttered. “Must be nice to have supersonic vision or whatever it is your kind has.”
    The little laugh he gave was sexy as hell, but the shiver she gave was from the chill seeping into her bones. A moment later, the strike of a match lit up in front of his face, the glow competing with the warm amusement in his eyes.
    “Now be patient with me for just a lick,” he said in a teasing tone. “I’ll fix it so you can see.”
    His voice echoed profoundly, seeming to bounce back off the falls, which were markedly quieter in the cave. In any case, something about the way he said “lick” ignited a little flame in her crotch, which was already tingling from having been given a ride on Seth’s wide, toned back. Still, her shivering grew more intense, and thoughts of licking specific areas of his body gave way to internal debate on whether or not to peel off her jacket.
    The crinkle of newspaper drew her notice, however, and soon she saw what he was up to. Seth lit a fire inside a stone pit close to where he’d set her down, a spot close enough to the mouth of their shelter so the smoke could vent out harmlessly without water spray from the falls damping out the flames. Soon, in crackling firelight, she could see their shelter more clearly. It really shouldn’t be considered a cave, strictly speaking. The depression in the mountain was more of a glorified alcove.
    She slipped her heavy purse off her shoulder, setting it on the ground as she surveyed the setup Seth had going. A camping cot sat to the rear, with a large duffle bag of clothes sitting alongside. A small amount of food provisions were stacked along one curved section of the space, and he had a canvas folding chair set up near the fire.
    She gasped as she took in the evidence around her. “Oh, my God,” she said. “ This is your place?”
    His ass twitched enticingly as he strode back to his cot and yanked a gray quilt off it. “Temporary place,” he corrected, heading back her way. “Figured it might not be safe up at the cabin right now. So I brought a few things here to wait out Hurricane Kade. The water and some strategic plannin’ helps throw off my scent.”
    She figured he would offer her the blanket, but he dropped it beside him and began unbuttoning his shirt. As more of his skin began peeking out, she tried to occupy herself by stretching her hands out near the fire to let the crackling heat seep into her wet, cramped fingers. The warmth was heavenly, though she shivered harder.
    Still, her thoughts fell to his mention of Kade’s name. He’d fallen mute on the Kade subject as soon as she’d finished recounting his visit to her motel, which she’d given during their trek through the woods.
    “What’s the deal with Kade, anyway?” she asked. “Who is he to you?”
    Seth shrugged, but the motion served to