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never been apart.
    By the time full dark had fallen, they had a fire going in stove, lanterns lighting up the interior of the cabin and a can of beans heating.
    “Beans for supper?” Smitty asked as he brought in his duffel bag. “Isn’t that a bit cliché?”
    “I’m adding some wieners to it.”
    “Sounds like a meal for champions.”
    “Heh.” She stirred the beans, then began cutting up the wieners.
    “Where are the beds?”
    “Up there.” she pointed at the loft. “And there’s only one.”
    “Only one, huh?”
    “It’ll fit two sleeping bags.”
    “You’re no fun.”
    “I’m not out here for fun.” It wasn’t until the words were out that she realized how harsh they sounded.
    Warm hands landed on her back then slid up to massage her neck and shoulders. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
    She closed her eyes. “And I’m tired. More tired than I’ve ever been in my life.” She rotated her head, stretching underneath his hands. “It’s making me bitchy.”
    His body heat seeped into her muscles and she leaned back to put them in contact. His hands continued to massage her neck and shoulders, though every now and again he put his fingers under the front of her t-shirt and worked the muscles below her collarbone.
    She wanted him to move them further down to her breasts, to take their heavy weight into his hands and massage them until she couldn’t remember the reason they were hiding out in the bush.
    She wanted him to make her forget everything.
    But that was the coward’s way out.
    “Abby,” he whispered, his lips caressing the tip of her ear. “I’m not hungry for food.”
    “Neither am I, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to become too distracted by…” She stopped talking as his hands abandoned her neck, slid down her sides and up her shirt to cup her breasts. He moulded and caressed them as if he were worshipping her.
    “Let yourself live a little.”
    “We already did that. Remember? Last night?”
    “Then live a little more.”
    She turned off the gas burner on the stove, set the pot aside and turned to put her hands on his shoulders. “Is that what you want, to live a little?”
    “Living is good.”
    “Is it enough?”

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    “I t’s enough for now.”
    She supposed that was as good an answer as she was going to get.
    He was hot under her hands, his erection a brand against her lower belly and though they both knew she was damaged, he still wanted her.
    But for how long?
    He’d been there for her in Afghanistan and showed up yesterday when things didn’t seem to be going in a healthy direction. When would he leave?
    Fear rose to damn near choke her.
    Fuck that. She hadn’t been through hell and come out the other side to allow a little thing like fear to hamstring her.
    She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
    He groaned and immediately took over, his lips devouring hers, his hands pulling her in until she was plastered to him hip to neck. One arm held her in place while his other hand spread out over her butt to pull her closer there too.
    She rubbed up against him and he groaned again. Her hands kneaded his chest, then one went questing until it sunk itself in his hair, the other teasing his flat male nipples.
    “Keep doing that,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip. “And we won’t even get to use that damn bed upstairs.”
    “So, let’s just use the stairs.”
    “Fuck that’s hot.”
    She took in his dilated pupils and grinned. “Yeah.”
    He jerked like she zapped him with a tazer then dragged her toward the stairs. He stopped, looked at them then looked at her. “Nope, that doesn’t look comfortable.” He continued to drag her up the stairs to the bed.
    Before they reached it, he turned and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her like she was the only thing important in his world, the only thing he cared about.
    It turned her inside out.
    She didn’t know how long they had, but she was going to give him all she