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as her body relaxed deliciously.
    She
was hot now. Philip’s weight on top of her was delicious and troubling both.
    There
was a weird twisting of fear in her gut, but her physical satisfaction
overwhelmed it for the moment.
    “Wow,”
she said at last, mostly to break a different sort of tension that had started
to build.
    Philip
gave a huff. “Wow is right.”
    She
pushed at his shoulder gently, and he responded by rolling over and pulling out
of her.
    As
he took care of the condom, Lucy stretched and collected the wet clothes
littering the bed, dumping them in a heap on the floor.
    Philip
got back in bed with her, pulling a blanket over both of them.
    She
didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what she wanted to say. But she
was a little worried at the way she instinctively nestled against his warm
body.
    “What
are you thinking?” Philip asked at last.
    Lucy
told herself to be reasonable. She was a mature adult. She was only on this
island for a couple of weeks. She might as well enjoy this while she could.
    This
didn’t have to mean anything.
    Once
she’d settled it in her own mind, she was able to say lightly, “I’m thinking
we’re too good together not to do it again.”
     
     

Six
     
    Lucy woke up warm and
kind of cramped.
    She
shifted a little and discovered that she was trapped between something hard and
something harder. The harder thing was cool while the hard thing was nice and
warm, so she pressed against the hard thing and was surprised when it started
to move.
    She
groaned groggily and clung to it when it kept pulling away.
    “I’m
sorry, Lucy,” she heard through the haze in her mind. “I need to get up.”
    She
blinked and discovered that the nice, warm, hard thing was Philip’s body, which
he was currently trying to retrieve from her grasp. “Oh. Sorry.”
    The
cool, harder thing was the wall, so she rolled away from it. She felt
deliciously relaxed and slightly sore, so she stretched leisurely, trying to
make her mind work again.
    “What
time is it?” she asked, watching as Philip collected what he needed for a
shower.
    “Six-thirty.”
    She
blinked. “You slept late.”
    “Yeah.”
He glanced out the small trailer window. “It’s still pouring down rain, so we
won’t be able to dig today anyway.”
    Lucy
frowned. He’d pulled on his underwear after they’d had sex last night, and that
was still all he wore. He was gorgeous with his smooth shoulders, lean flanks,
and flat abdomen, and it would be nice if he’d come back to bed. “Why are you
getting up so early if you can’t work?”
    “I’ve
got work I can do in the office—cataloging and such.” He’d been distracted and
a little distant, but his face softened as he looked at her fully for the first
time.
    His
face softened a little too much.
    “Are
you laughing at my hair?” she demanded. It must look horrible, after going to
bed with it damp last night and being tumbled wildly with their lovemaking.
    He
chuckled and didn’t answer.
    “Well,
you’ve got scratches all down your back—and probably on your butt too—so I’m
not the only one looking worse for wear.”
    Philip
did look a little worse for wear. For no good reason, she flushed at this
evidence of how shamelessly eager she’d been last night.
    She
couldn’t remember the last time she’d let go so completely.
    At
least Philip had let go as well. She wasn’t the only one who’d wanted it so
much.
    With
a smile, Philip leaned over the bed and gave her a soft kiss. “As a matter of
fact, I do have scratches on my ass,” he murmured against her mouth. “Guilty as
charged.”
    She
giggled helplessly and tried to pull him into bed with her, but he resisted.
    “I’m
sorry,” he said. “But I need to get dressed. I’m late already, and the grad
students are probably already up.”
    “Can’t
you take a morning off? I guarantee I’ll give you a better time than all your
excavated artifacts do.”
    “I
have no doubts about that.” He was