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a shiver through Ana, a sound that sucked all the noise from the rest of the room until just the echo of it remained in her head, trapping her. Unable to help herself, she glanced over her shoulder to see that he’d walked back to his friend. She felt a twinge of disappointment, then cursed herself for being an idiot.
    She’d come here for some company, to make up for all the lost time she’d spent hanging around alone in Otherworld. Cam was too complicated. Being involved with him would get her heart broken again.  
    She needed a distraction.  
    “Kiss me.” She reached up to grab Kon’s big shoulders.
    He grinned, a sexy white swath that cut across his tan face. His green eyes sparkled with appreciation as he yanked her toward him and captured her mouth with his own. Hot and hard, he kissed her, and a jolt of lust streaked through her.  
    Yes. This was what she’d been missing. This was what she needed. Just as she opened her mouth to return his kiss, hard hands gripped her upper arms and lifted her away from Kon.
    “Time to be going.” Cam's voice, rough before, was gravel at her ear as he all but carried her out of the bar. Kon yelled after them, but he shut up as soon as Cam swung his head around to pin the man with a gaze that promised pain.
    “Hey!” she said as the bar door swung closed behind them. “I was having a good time.”
    “I saw,” he growled down at her. “But it’s time to go. I’ll carry you back if I have to.”
    The idea made Ana swallow hard as she looked up at him. He towered above her, his huge form cutting out the weak glow of the streetlights so that she couldn’t make out his expression. But his anger—that she could feel. It enclosed her as tightly as the humid air of the jungle.
    “Come on.” He grabbed her hand. His big stride ate up the muddy walkway, and she had to trot to keep up.
    “What the hell is your problem?” Though she had to admit that part of her was thrilled he was dragging her out of the bar and that she was holding his hand. He was the one she really wanted. No question. She’d have really regretted it with Kon.
    “You’re my problem.”  
    They’d reached the boat, and he lifted her by the waist to swing her on board. His hands burned into her skin. He hadn’t touched her since last night when she’d found him in the Caipora’s Den. He released her too soon and made quick work of untying the boat.
    “Where are we going? We’re leaving Havre already?” she asked.
    He grunted and pointed to some moorings a short way from shore. What a caveman. But her eyes followed him as he climbed quickly into the pilothouse and gunned the engines.
    She stood, her breathing too heavy and a faint sweat on her skin as he maneuvered to the moorings. He killed the engines. Silence crashed around them. His speed made her dizzy as he tied off to the two moorings so that the boat wouldn’t drift—but then, he was performing a two-man job in the middle of a river.
    The lights of Havre gleamed in the distance, fainter now. The little village looked romantic rather than shabby from far away.  
    She rubbed her arms, looking for a distraction from the heat between her thighs. It’d been too long. And earth was just too much. All the energy of the bar, all the joy and anger and lust that had bombarded her since she’d stepped into Havre, was wreaking havoc with her senses. It was nearly overwhelming.
    “Why are we all the way out here?” she asked.
    “Safer.” He was stomping about the boat, checking lines and the machinery, his movements too jerky and forceful for a normal nighttime routine. With a start, she realized he was as worked up as she was.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    Cam threw the last of the lines into the hatch and stood over it, chest heaving. He clenched his fists, staring down into the blackness of the hold as he tried to get himself together.
    He’d just dragged her out of the bar. Tossed her on the boat. What the hell had he been thinking?  
    But as soon