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appearance, he opened the tent and poked his head out. The camp was filled with energy as the entire caravan worked together to pack up and tidy the space. He saw Kirk standing over the fire, pouring sugar into a small, steaming teacup. The old leader was next to him, explaining something with lots of hand gestures.
    "Good morning," Oren said, walking up next to them. He tried not to stare at Kirk's face and how good it looked with the dark stubble that was growing on his chin.
    The old man smiled at him in greeting and held out another small teacup. Oren grabbed it carefully and sniffed. Earthy black tea greeted his nose, and his stomach grumbled expectantly. The old man must have heard it because he shoved some bread into his hand next.
    "They are telling me about the journey. We are lucky to have caught them. We'll be to the next town by tonight."
    "Wow, that's great!" Oren smiled wide for the benefit of the old man. Inside, however, Oren felt his heart shrivel up just a little. He knew he had no right to expect something long-term with Kirk, but he had hoped for just a little more time with the calm, protective pilot.
    "Would you like to see your ride?" Kirk asked, breaking into his thoughts.
    "Sure. I've ridden plenty of horses before, so this should be about the same, right?"
    "Sure," Kirk answered in a very unconvincing way.
    Kirk led Oren over to where the animals were stamping around impatiently. They smelled terrible, and Oren wrinkled his nose. "I prefer horses."
    "I thought you'd say that. Well, it's these or another long march under the sun."
    "Fine, fine. I'm sure my camel and I will become best friends." Oren reached up to rub the snout of the nearest camel. It snapped its teeth at him in warning, eyes wide and angry. "Or maybe not."
    "You'll be fine," Kirk whispered next to him, patting his shoulder reassuringly.
    The unexpected touch immediately made Oren relax, as tension he didn't even know he had ran out of his neck and shoulders. Kirk had an effect on him he couldn’t put into words. It was an aura of safety that enveloped him whenever the handsome pilot was near.
    I’m not ready for this to end , Oren thought sadly to himself. I want just a few more days of this feeling.

Chapter 10
    R iding across the desert was vastly superior to walking across it, Kirk firmly decided. They had only been out on the camels for two hours, but the oasis was now far behind them and out of sight. On foot, they would probably still be several miles back, cursing the sun.
    Plus, he enjoyed the easy, rolling gait of the camels and found it to be a fun way to travel. He couldn't say the same about Oren, however. The poor man was clinging on to his beast with a look of fear and disgust. Somehow, Oren had been gifted with the most flatulent camel in the group which was noisily making its away across the sand with great bursts of toxic smells.
    "I've come all this way only to be fumigated to death," Oren groaned as the camel let loose another unholy smell. "It's killing me. And if I die now, no one will invent camel tents. This beast should feel guilty!"
    "Camel tents?"
    "Yes, I had an idea earlier today. Pop-up tents for camels, horses, and other pack animals to sleep in at night."
    "That is ridiculous. No one will buy that," Kirk scoffed.
    "People will buy anything. You just need the right marketing. I'm already thinking up a catchy jingle for the ad campaign."
    Kirk laughed and looked over at the gagging billionaire. "You don't have a single hobby do you?"
    "We've established that," Oren replied with exasperation. "I don't hear you talking about your hobbies, you know. As far as I know, you slept in that airplane."
    "I have many hobbies! I like to play backgammon with the old men in the square. I'm pretty good at football. Wait, I think you call it soccer? And I love television and movies, especially horror movies from America. It's how I practice my English."
    "Horror movies? Because living near this giant sand trap of doom