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didn’t.
    His comment about not being a shoulder to cry on came back
to her and her chin automatically jerked higher.
    “I’m sorry, Vanny. Of course you did. I’ve gotten so hard
about my own mother—my father was always making her out to be a saint and
divorcing wives because they didn’t measure up to her—that I assumed you’d be
as detached. I shouldn’t have made that assumption.”
    She shook her head, feeling foolish. Her mother was a
hot-button issue for her. “You’re lucky. My father pretty much didn’t talk
about my mother at all. Not a word. And he never remarried. So I’m afraid I’m
the one who made her out to be a saint maybe.”
    “What was she like?”
    “The truth is I barely know. Except I look just like her.”
    “Beautiful then.”
    She shivered then looked him right in the eye. “I’m not so
easy to charm.”
    Liar, liar, pants on fire.
    “Who’s trying to charm you?” He started the swing going
again and she let him. “I’m just trying to not get knocked on my ass by a
girl.”
    “Well, stop flirting with me then.”
    “Fair enough. You probably get that enough from the rest of
your coworkers.”
    “Not really. Most of them treat me more like a sister or a
daughter.”
    “And the ones who don’t?”
    “I knock ’em on their ass.”
    “I stand warned.”
    She stopped the swing.
    “I have to go take my shower. I should be done in ten
minutes.” She looked at him, considering.
    “You’re not really going to tell me I can’t stay out on the
deck alone are you?”
    “You shouldn’t—”
    “ You shouldn’t boss your boss around. Now go on and
take your shower. If I’m not back in the cabin a couple of minutes after you
get out you can send a search party after me.”
    She nodded. “Okay. I guess.”
    By the time she climbed into the shower, it was inevitable.
She rested her head against the tiles, letting the hot water rain down on her
naked breasts, her belly, and reaching her hand between her legs, she made
herself come, hard.
    Unfortunately, not as hard as he had.

Chapter Three
     
    The room was completely dark. Darker than any room Michael
had ever slept in. He realized his bedrooms had always sported windows, usually
with a lit-up city view beyond them, and he tended to sleep with the shades or
drapes open. Not in a black cocoon like this. Paradoxically, he found that it
was interfering with him falling asleep, even though the bed had turned out to
be long enough for him after all.
    He heard a deep sigh.
    Or maybe she was interfering with him falling asleep.
The knowledge that she was right below him, stretched out a mere three feet
away. He heard a rustle. It was warm. Had she kicked off her covers?
    He’d been concentrating on holding off an erection, since he
couldn’t do anything about it, but he finally just let the image of her
shifting around in the bottom bunk overtake him and let it come. Not that he
let himself actually come, of course, but he was thankful for the black
after all since it hid the tent of his own covers over his lap.
    Unfortunately, after a few minutes, he discovered a fact
he’d never been cognizant of before. Having an erection that wouldn’t go away
and wasn’t being tended to turned out to be extremely uncomfortable. As quietly
as he could, he climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the
door behind him and not turning on the light since he didn’t want to disturb
her.
    But a second of the pitch-black closed quarters filled him
with a sudden sense of panic. Oh shit. Not now. He groped for the light switch
and when he couldn’t locate it in the dark yanked the door open, not bothering
to stay quiet and, taking a deep breath, headed to the door of the cabin, which
he figured he could find in the dark.
    He was right. He pried it open, a sliver of light from the
hall coming in, when a palm suddenly slammed it shut and he found himself in
darkness again. He whipped around.
    “Now I know why bunkmates have