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marginally, her naked leg would brush against his again, causing complete havoc within her body.
‘The waterhole, it is not far.’ Jalak was informing her, yet Emmy was having difficulty concentrating on his words, her mind electrified with the mild spicy scent she equated with Dart. ‘A journey there would be of great benefit on such an early morning of sunshine.’
‘Where are we journeying to now?’ Tarvon said as he came into the hut.
‘Waterhole,’ Belhara said.
‘Excellent. Let me eat then we’ll definitely head there.’ He put a hand on Dart’s shoulder and squeezed himself in between Dart and Mike, all but squashing Dart into Emerson.
‘Sorry,’ Dart muttered close to her ear, his tone deep and husky as his arm brushed accidentally across her breast. The touch burned into his skin, her breathing hot on his cheek as she tried not to look too embarrassed by the nearness they’d been forced into. Dart braced his arm on the table, holding himself as upright as he could, the muscles flexing as he closed his eyes and waited for Tarvon to stop moving. Good heavens she smelled good. Good enough to eat.
‘Pardon?’ Emmy breathed, her mouth now close to his ear.
Dart eased back, Tarvon now settled. ‘Nothing.’ Had he thought out loud? Mortification ripped through him and he made sure he didn’t meet her gaze, focusing on eating so he could get away from her close proximity.
When Mike and Neal stood, making more room on the bench, Dart thought he heard Emerson breathe a sigh of relief and within a split second of there being more room, he’d all but shoved Tarvon down to the other end of the bench, thankful for some much-needed space.
‘I’d better go and change,’ he heard her mumble, and a moment later she’d scrambled to her feet and had disappeared from the food hut. He closed his eyes and concentrated on returning his breathing, his thoughts and his over-sensitised body to normal.
‘You all right, Dart?’ Tarvon asked.
Dart opened his eyes and looked at his friend, shrugging slightly. ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’
Chapter Five
W ITHIN half an hour, a group of them were all ready to traipse to the waterhole, Dart making sure he kept quite a bit of distance between himself and Emerson-Rose.
Tarvon and Belhara, who both seemed to be besotted by the socialite, led the way, a tired Rick and Gloria talked to the TV crew, pointing out different sights that they felt should be included in the Tarparnii footage.
‘This country is so incredibly beautiful,’ he could hear Gloria saying, and Emerson turned around to agree. ‘I mean, just look at this.’ Gloria stopped walking and pointed out a tree that had three trunks. ‘It was split open by lightning, and look here.’ The nurse all but dragged Emerson over. ‘New life grew right out of the middle of the old tree that was split in half. Three trunks.’
Dart walked past the little group, continuing on his way.
‘Don’t you want to stop and look at the tree?’ Emerson asked, and he looked over his shoulder, not realising she’d caught up with him.
‘I’ve seen it plenty of times. Quite remarkable.’ Polite and distant. That was his plan and he would succeed just so long as he ignored her intoxicating scent, her gorgeous body—now clad in a one-piece swimsuit with a sarong tied around her waist—and her efforts at small talk.
‘Yes, it is.’ They trudged on for another minute or two,swatting away insects that were also enjoying the heat. Emmy racked her mind for something to talk about and knew that the weather was always the safest topic given that it affected everyone in one way or another.
‘Do you think it will rain today?’
‘Yes.’
Emmy tried not to huff, keeping her impatience with him in check. ‘I understand that Weyakuu is progressing nicely.’
‘Correct.’
She paused. ‘When do you think Hunklu will be well enough to return home?’
‘Soon.’
Emmy threw her arms out wide. ‘What is it
‘The waterhole, it is not far.’ Jalak was informing her, yet Emmy was having difficulty concentrating on his words, her mind electrified with the mild spicy scent she equated with Dart. ‘A journey there would be of great benefit on such an early morning of sunshine.’
‘Where are we journeying to now?’ Tarvon said as he came into the hut.
‘Waterhole,’ Belhara said.
‘Excellent. Let me eat then we’ll definitely head there.’ He put a hand on Dart’s shoulder and squeezed himself in between Dart and Mike, all but squashing Dart into Emerson.
‘Sorry,’ Dart muttered close to her ear, his tone deep and husky as his arm brushed accidentally across her breast. The touch burned into his skin, her breathing hot on his cheek as she tried not to look too embarrassed by the nearness they’d been forced into. Dart braced his arm on the table, holding himself as upright as he could, the muscles flexing as he closed his eyes and waited for Tarvon to stop moving. Good heavens she smelled good. Good enough to eat.
‘Pardon?’ Emmy breathed, her mouth now close to his ear.
Dart eased back, Tarvon now settled. ‘Nothing.’ Had he thought out loud? Mortification ripped through him and he made sure he didn’t meet her gaze, focusing on eating so he could get away from her close proximity.
When Mike and Neal stood, making more room on the bench, Dart thought he heard Emerson breathe a sigh of relief and within a split second of there being more room, he’d all but shoved Tarvon down to the other end of the bench, thankful for some much-needed space.
‘I’d better go and change,’ he heard her mumble, and a moment later she’d scrambled to her feet and had disappeared from the food hut. He closed his eyes and concentrated on returning his breathing, his thoughts and his over-sensitised body to normal.
‘You all right, Dart?’ Tarvon asked.
Dart opened his eyes and looked at his friend, shrugging slightly. ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’
Chapter Five
W ITHIN half an hour, a group of them were all ready to traipse to the waterhole, Dart making sure he kept quite a bit of distance between himself and Emerson-Rose.
Tarvon and Belhara, who both seemed to be besotted by the socialite, led the way, a tired Rick and Gloria talked to the TV crew, pointing out different sights that they felt should be included in the Tarparnii footage.
‘This country is so incredibly beautiful,’ he could hear Gloria saying, and Emerson turned around to agree. ‘I mean, just look at this.’ Gloria stopped walking and pointed out a tree that had three trunks. ‘It was split open by lightning, and look here.’ The nurse all but dragged Emerson over. ‘New life grew right out of the middle of the old tree that was split in half. Three trunks.’
Dart walked past the little group, continuing on his way.
‘Don’t you want to stop and look at the tree?’ Emerson asked, and he looked over his shoulder, not realising she’d caught up with him.
‘I’ve seen it plenty of times. Quite remarkable.’ Polite and distant. That was his plan and he would succeed just so long as he ignored her intoxicating scent, her gorgeous body—now clad in a one-piece swimsuit with a sarong tied around her waist—and her efforts at small talk.
‘Yes, it is.’ They trudged on for another minute or two,swatting away insects that were also enjoying the heat. Emmy racked her mind for something to talk about and knew that the weather was always the safest topic given that it affected everyone in one way or another.
‘Do you think it will rain today?’
‘Yes.’
Emmy tried not to huff, keeping her impatience with him in check. ‘I understand that Weyakuu is progressing nicely.’
‘Correct.’
She paused. ‘When do you think Hunklu will be well enough to return home?’
‘Soon.’
Emmy threw her arms out wide. ‘What is it
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