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of an eye and one has to adapt.”
    Standing to let the water stream off her body, Jenna agreed.
    “That is what I am doing. Adapting. The drawling room rules I was

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    raised with seem useless and silly when one chances at every
    moment being pounced on by feral cats and eats fruits shaped like
    gnomes from grim fairy tales. I never imagined in my life I would
    sleep with anyone other than my husband, and only after our vows
    were properly taken.”
    “I am ashamed to admit it, but you truly are probably
    preventing us from going after each other eventually.” He looked
    ruefully honest. “Have you noticed, the tension is already less?”
    “I noticed,” Jenna admitted. “And if I don’t have to continually
    be aware of the three of you watching me so intently, it will be a
    relief.”
    “I hope Richmond was gentle with you.”
    Honesty seemed in place since she was being so candid. “I
    never dreamed of enjoying it so much.”
    “It sounded a little like you might have,” he smiled, a teasing
    light in those brown eyes. “Of course, from all reports, the earl has
    been practicing a great deal of his life. I am glad. What a boon for
    us all if you are sensual as well as giving. I promise you, Jenna,”
    he lowered his voice a notch, using her given name for the first
    time, “to give you as much pleasure as I can.”
    Her stomach tightened a little in anticipation as she extended
    her hand for her worn chemise. “And I vow the same, Major.”
    “Somehow,” he said wryly, his gaze sliding over her gleaming
    body, “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
    * * * *
    Lifting his arm, Jonathan slashed at a low branch, cursing as
    something large slithered away to his left, seeing the tail disappear
    into the leafy boughs above his head. “Damn serpents
    everywhere,” he muttered. “Hell and blast, Charles, I agree this
    part of the island is worth exploring, but it is riddled with snakes
    and I have insect bites the size of gold coins. Let’s go back.”

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    “There are small caves on this side of the hill, my lord.” Face
    flushed, his skin turned nut brown from weeks in the sun, Charles
    lifted his brows, his knife ready in his hand, stepping gingerly over
    a fallen tree trunk. “What if we could find some place to shelter if
    we needed it? There are violent storms like the one that sank our
    ship often enough here. The hut will blow away like a bit of fluff
    in a high gale. We need to be able to keep ourselves safe from the
    waves and the possibility of wind funnels. Don’t you remember the
    time in Jamaica when the island was lashed by a storm so fierce
    huge trees hurtled past us like slender sticks?”
    One of the reasons Jonathan employed young Charles was his
    enthusiasm for travel and his steady nerve. Not to mention his skill
    with a sidearm or blade. There were not a lot of efficient valets that
    braved the Russian steppes with aplomb or scaled cool mountains
    on tiny donkeys. Having a wanderlust, Jonathan had explored the
    world in the past five years with Charles in tow, though he had
    vowed each night since their mishap, that he would return dutifully
    to England take up his role as earl if he ever got the chance. He
    grunted, still mindful of the huge snake somewhere above his head.
    “I remember. I hate it when you are right, by the way. All right,
    steady on. How far is this series of caves anyway?”
    “Dead ahead, sir. See where we have notched the trees so we
    could find our way back? Major Reeves is capable and it was his
    idea.”
    “I see nothing but snakes and strangling vegetation…oh hell,
    yes, there I do see one. Well, that means at least we are on the right
    track.” Jonathan pushed away the thought of Major Reeves and the
    fact he was with the lovely Jenna as they spoke. He also refused to
    contemplate them together in the hut this evening, but on the other
    hand, he was a practical man, and containing his jealousy was
    much easier than