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his paws faster than
    was probably healthy, too excited to see
    his secondary master to let pain affect
    him. Before she could stop him, he
    bounded up onto one of the bucket seats
    in the front of the truck and stuck his
    head out the window, giving a short
    bark.
    Remy
    wouldn’t
    have
    even
    acknowledged the man’s return if she
    hadn’t been worried Dantès would try
    and launch himself down through the
    window to greet him—and Wyatt would
    probably blame her for not keeping him
    quiet—so she moved to the front to hold
    him back just as the man appeared.
    Whoa.
    Wyatt came into view with long,
    loping strides that seemed easy but
    covered ground rapidly. His black hair
    was wet, winging every which way
    around his temples, ears, and jaw. It
    looked like he’d even shaved. As she’d
    noticed before, he wore the hell out of
    his dark blue jeans: beltless, they rode
    low on his hips, loose in all the right
    places, showing off the shape of his long
    legs without being too tight, bunching up
    a little over his sturdy boots at the ankle.
    But what had her mouth going dry was
    that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And . . .
    yeah.
    She’d suspected he was nicely built,
    but seeing it in the flesh, so to speak,
    was a shock. A pleasant shock. Yet,
    knowing she had to share such a small
    space with him, it was a little
    disconcerting. He looked so very male .
    His shoulders were broad and square,
    his arms well-defined with large, sleek
    biceps and sturdy forearms. The sunlight
    gleamed off the droplets of water that
    fell from his wet head and trickled down
    through the expanse of dark hair on his
    chest and over flat, slightly ridged abs.
    His skin was a rich golden-bronze, and
    she could see the hint of a tan line as his
    jeans slipped with the rhythm of his
    steps.
    Remy realized she’d gone hot and
    completely breathless. She ducked
    away, into the back of the truck, before
    he could look up and see her gawking. I
    hope to hell he puts a shirt on before he
    climbs up in here.
    She heard Dantès’s enthusiastic
    greetings, then Wyatt’s reply as he
    helped the dog clamber down safely.
    Amazing how he always spoke to Dantès
    in such a pleasant tone, so friendly and
    warm . . . but to her and everyone else, it
    seemed as if he could hardly bear to be
    civil.
    Remy shook her head, tying off the
    thread on her mended pants. It was just
    as well he was a jerk. With a body like
    that . . . She put the trousers aside—they
    still needed to have the blood washed
    out of them—and was just about to take
    inventory of her waning food supplies
    when a shadow appeared at the front of
    the truck.
    “You are here.”
    She looked up to see Wyatt, bare-
    shouldered, suddenly taking up all the
    space in the truck as he poked his head
    into the back. He sounded surprised and
    maybe a little irritated.
    “I was just going through some of the
    —I mean, I was sewing up my pants.
    Why, did you expect me to be watching
    for you? I have plenty of things to be
    doing besides waiting around for you to
    come back.”
    His lips flattened into a thin line.
    “No. I brought back some wild
    asparagus and potatoes. I was going to
    cook them up for dinner. For both of us. I
    found some cans of beans along with
    other canned food—I put them in one of
    the cupboards.”
    Remy took a calming breath, already
    regretting her sharp words. Just because
    he was a dick didn’t mean she had to be
    one too. And she’d been so distracted by
    the sight of his bare chest, she hadn’t
    even noticed that he was carrying
    anything. “That was nice of you. I’ll be
    happy to cook.”
    “Deal.” He climbed all the way into
    the truck and brushed past her so closely
    a droplet of water, warm from his hair,
    fell on her arm. “I found something you
    might want to see. In the woods.”
    “All right.”
    He dug through his pack, and to her
    relief, pulled out a shirt and shrugged
    into it, buttoning it quickly down the
    front, leaving a small vee of dark