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slip the shirt off his shoulders. The numb hands she was rubbing together halted as she gawked at his bare chest, all gleaming and magnificent. She hadn’t really gotten a good look at it in the alley, but Lord, have mercy! How much rock-hard muscle did one man need, anyway? With that sculpted bulk, the impossible blue-gold eyes, and the golden-brown hair that fell in a thick sweep to the top of his shoulders, he had a whole god of thunder thing going on. He was impossible not to stare at. And those jeans were cut so low that she could see the teasing curve of his hip as it disappeared into the waistband. Holy mother.
    He saw her gaping like a moron and shot her a quick, wry grin. A flush of heat shot to her cheeks. Well, at least she was getting warm faster.
    When he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans, however, she let out a gasp. “What are you doing?” she blurted in a panic.
    “We need to get our wet things off,” he said. “One of the drawbacks to bein’ a caveman.” He nodded to her jacket. “Hurry and get undressed before all that shiverin’ shakes the hair right off your head. Spread everythin’ out by the fire. It’ll dry soon enough.”
    “Are you crazy? I’m not taking my clothes off in front of you!”
    His laugh echoed impressively through the alcove, adding to the whole godlike image. “What do we have here? A shy stripper? You’ve taken it off in front of me before, you know.” He thrust a hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out some wet dollar bills. “Here, will it help if I wave these in front of you?”
    She pressed her lips in a tight line and glared at him. “Very funny.”
    What wasn’t funny was when his jeans hit the dusty ground a moment later. Her eyes flew wide, and while she twisted around toward the fire quickly, the image of his muscled thighs and the impressive cock lying between them burned itself indelibly into memory. Yep, definitely the god of thunder.
    “Come on,” he said, pulling the blanket around himself. “Any survival guide’ll tell you I’m right. Take your clothes off and I’ll give you the blanket. You’ll be toasty in no time.”
    She heaved a sigh. “Just turn around.” She started to as well but realized she’d rather be facing him to make sure he didn’t peek.
    He complied, and between her nerves, wet denim, and cramped, quivering limbs, getting her clothes off proved a much bigger challenge than normal.
    “Everythin’ okay back there?” he asked over his shoulder. “Need any help?”
    “Down, Thor.”
    “Who?”
    “Just keep your back turned.”
    She finally managed to get her soaked jeans off without taking a header into the fire and quickly laid her clothes out as he’d suggested. She shook her wet hair in front of her shoulders so it covered her breasts while her hands folded over her bare snatch.
    “Okay,” she said. “Give me the blanket.”
    He kept his back turned and opened his arms, spreading the quilt like eagle’s wings. “Come on in, darlin’. The air’s fine.”
    “What, with you?”
    “Shared body heat.”
    She grunted in irritation and stomped over until she was right behind him. “You’re sure taking thorough advantage of this whole mountain man survival thing.”
    “In or out?”
    Her shivering increased now that she was naked and farther from the fire. And, likely, because she was seriously thinking of sandwiching her bare skin against a gloriously naked man.
    “Fine,” she snapped. “Don’t look.”
    He kept his head turned, but the lopsided grin on his face as she slipped around the edge of the blanket was almost a deal breaker. “Stop smiling.”
    His grin slid wider, and she rolled her eyes and gave in. With the open blanket blocking much of the firelight on this side, details of his incredible physique were blurred in shadow. Not that she’d looked.
    Okay, she’d looked a little.
    She stepped as close as she could without actually touching him, but as he folded the blanket around them,