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in for the surprise of a lifetime. That wicked, proud defiance of hers was a worthy opponent. It was also going to get her in a hell of a fix one of these days, unless someone was around to keep an eye on her. Immediately and infuriatingly recalling her reprimand about his language, he conscientiously deleted the expletive.
    It was going to get her into a fix one of these days.
    He shook his head in disgust. It didn’t sound the same. He’d explain that—and a few other things—to her when he caught up with her.
    He didn’t have to go far. She’d left a trail a blind man could have tracked. He heard her before he saw her. She was cussing a blue streak as she struggled to free herself from a vine in which she’d somehow gotten entangled.
    â€œAnything I can do?” he offered, smiling broadly.
    â€œYes, dammit. You can unhook me.”
    â€œTut, tut. Such language.”
    â€œOh, go to—” She caught herself in the nick of time and bit her lip.
    â€œThat’s better,” he said approvingly.
    She glowered at him. “Just cut me loose.”
    â€œWell, now, I’m not so sure I should do that.”
    â€œRod!” Her furious shout was every bit as loud and commanding as Scottie’s. He laughed. Indignation brought spots of color to her cheeks. “Don’t you dare laugh at me.”
    â€œWhat are you going to do to stop me?”
    â€œI’ll fire you, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell my father you were insubordinate. God knows, that’s true enough.”
    He shook his head and watched her wriggle furiously, which only worsened her entanglement. “It won’t work. Besides, you can’t do that until you get back to New York. I’d go for a more immediate solution, if I were you.”
    â€œSuch as?”
    â€œYou could kiss me.” He watched her carefully as a deeper shade of pink crept up to stain her cheeks. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue over her lips. He swallowed hard.
    â€œYes,” he said thoughtfully, “I’d say a kiss most definitely would stop me from laughing.”
    She grew very, very still, waiting. His blood roared through him. His deliberate provocation had apparently hit the wrong target. He was suddenly the one who couldn’t breathe, who was anticipating that kiss with heart-stopping excitement.
    â€œI wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last man on earth,” she said with an air of desperation as he moved closer.
    â€œOh, really,” he said softly, freeing a strand of her hair that was caught on a branch. His fingers lingered on her cheek. Sweet, sweet breath whispered past his ear in ragged bursts. He reached around her to cut away the vine that had gotten hooked on her jacket. The firm swell of her breasts brushed across his chest with tantalizing familiarity. His hand came to rest on her hip. He watched the pulse at her throat throb, saw her swallow hard.
    â€œYou’re free now,” he said in a husky, choked voice.
    Free, Cara thought frantically. Despite what she’d said, what she’d felt duty-bound to say, she didn’t want to be free. She wanted his mouth on hers. She wanted his fingers to graze her aching breasts. She wanted things from this man she’d only dreamed about. Passion—lust, she corrected—raged inside her, heating her blood, sending her heartbeat into a frenzied rhythm.
    She raised her face, meeting hazel eyes that seemed to have captured all the brilliant green of the jungle around them. She lifted her hand, tentatively running her knuckles along the curve of his jaw. She moistened her dry, suddenly sensitive lips with the tip of her tongue. Rod’s groan made her aware of the sensuality of the gesture. Flames seemed to dance in his eyes as he dragged her into a crushing embrace.
    He took her mouth with a savage claim of possession. There was no gentleness in the kiss, only demand and urgency and hunger. His heat