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  Lily looked into Keith’s smiling eyes, trying like hell to feel it, to feel the heat. “You’re in my space.”

  “But it’s such a nice space.” They were toe to toe. He was only a few inches taller than her. It used to be she’d loved that, loved the way they’d lined up.

  Everywhere…

  Now his close proximity felt a little bit off, especially when compared to another man’s recent close proximity—Jared’s. She’d wanted to jump Jared’s bones, which still made no sense. “Keith—”

  “Hush a second.” Cupping her face, he tilted it up and stared into her eyes. “I’m trying to see something.”

  “See what?”

  “If it’s still there.”

  “If what—”

  “Shut up a sec, Lil.” And he touched his mouth to hers.

  She went very still. Not because she couldn’t move away, but because she wanted to see, too. Please turn me on…

  But no, nothing. Damn it. She cleared her mind and tried again, because surely it would come.

  Keith slanted his head for better access, and touched his tongue to hers.

  No fireworks.

  No molten hot lava flowing through her veins instead of blood.

  What was that about?

  But deep down, she knew. It was about Jared, because he was the one she wanted. Oh, boy.

  Keith lifted his head, staring sleepy-eyed down at her mouth. “That’s how I should have greeted you yesterday.” He stroked his thumb over her lip and smiled. “Have a safe journey, Lil.”

  And then he got back into his truck.

  Blowing out a breath, she turned, and…

  And her gaze locked with Jared’s.

  He’d moved around the front of her truck, raingear in his hands. Clearly he’d come to show her he was prepared, and had caught more than she’d intended him to.

  Now he stood there watching her with an inscrutable gaze.

  Squirming, she shoved her topo maps into her pack. She had the route all marked, had everything planned, and yet suddenly, she felt…lost.

  As a woman who’d always prided herself on knowing who and where she was, she hated the feeling.

  When would she find herself, damn it?

  Jared turned away, and without another word, walked back to his car. She swallowed the urge to apologize. Damn it, she had nothing to apologize for.

  Nothing at all.

  WITHIN the next twenty minutes, the rest of the group arrived. Jack and Michelle came in a black Hummer driven by her daddy’s chauffeur. When they got out and the car drove off, Michelle stared after it longingly.

  “It’s going to be fun,” Jack assured her.

  “I’d rather be having fun in Bali.”

  Jack sighed.

  Rock showed up next, in a Jeep, and right after that Rose arrived in a taxi.

  How she’d gotten a taxi up here, Lily had no idea, but Rose got out of the car, tossed the driver some cash, blew him air kisses, then straightened out her perfectly fitted, and possibly painted-on Daisy Duke shorts and barely-there camisole.

  She did have on hiking boots, which she gleefully showed off to Lily by lifting a leg and waggling her foot. “Cute, huh? I got a deal.”

  Her Daisy Dukes slid up an inch, to illegal heights really, revealing cheek, and quite possibly more to anyone off to the side of her.

  Rock, in the exact right position off to the side of her, in the middle of an unfortunate sip of water, choked.

  Rose smiled at him. “You okay, sugar?”

  Rock choked some more, and Rose stroked a hand up and down his back, which didn’t seem to help.

  Eyes watering, gasping, he nodded that he was going to live and Rose stopped touching him.

  Lily sighed. “Rose, you’re going to want to change those shorts.”

  Rock, still hardly able to talk, shook his head. “Ah, don’t do that.”

  Lily thought of the cliff they’d be walking along in less than an hour, and pictured the guys watching Rose’s ass instead of the trail, then falling to their certain deaths. “Well…” How to be diplomatic here? “Those shorts aren’t going to be comfortable.”

  “Honey, these are as comfortable as anything I’ve got.”

  Wasn’t that just perfect?

  Michelle came close. She slipped into a sunshine-bright yellow rain jacket that required sunglasses just to look at. “Which direction are we traveling in?” she asked anxiously.

  “It’s not going to rain, at least not today,” Lily assured her. “You don’t have to wear—”

  “She’s never camped before,” Jack said. “She’s nervous.”

  So that made two of them, Lily thought.

  “Which direction?” Michelle asked again.

  “It’s going to change quite a bit out on the trail,” Lily told her.

  Michelle shook her head, her pretty blonde hair artfully layered about her face. “Can’t you estimate? I want to leave a note here at the trailhead, so that if we get lost—”

  “I can promise you that won’t happen if you stick with me,” Lily said. “I know this trail—”

  “Which direction?” Michelle’s voice came out high-pitched and just a little panicked.

  Jared slid a palm-held unit out of his pocket and thumbed a few buttons. “North by northwest,” he said, and showed Michelle the digital compass he’d pulled up. “See?”

  Everyone leaned in to see the new toy, oohing and aahing, and Lily sighed again. “I thought the digital stuff was going to stay at home.”

  He looked right at her, for once his eyes not quite as warm—reminding her that he’d witnessed Keith’s kiss—and without a word slid the unit back into his pocket.

  Something went through Lily at that. Her own regret? Yeah, probably. But she had plenty of other stuff to worry about. “If everyone could bring their packs,” she said. “I have the supplies divvied up for you to put away.”

  JACK LIFTED Michelle’s pack for her, and shouldn’t have been surprised to find it weighed more than his wife. “Damn, Shell. What did you put in here, rocks?”

  She sent him a pout over her shoulder that he recognized well as he buckled her in. “It’s way too heavy for me.”

  “Uh-huh,” he agreed. “I told you that you packed too much.”

  “Don’t start in on me. You want to please my daddy and his money as much as I do.”

  Ah, back to their biggest bone of contention, he thought with a sigh—which was that it wasn’t just him and her in this marriage, but him, her and her daddy.

  He loved Michelle, loved her more than he loved any other thing on this planet, but sometimes she drove him absolutely insane.

  How could someone so smart be so incredibly dense? “I could care less about his money,” he said patiently, for what had to be the bazillionth time in their one-year marriage.

  “Right.”

  Jack shook his head. What made him think he could ever win this argument? He was coming to understand that what he’d heard was true—sometimes love just wasn’t enough. “At least take out the ten pounds of makeup and hair products.”

  “I need it.”

  “You don’t.”

  “My hair fuzzes at this altitude.”

  He shook his head. She was gorgeous, at any altitude. “So braid it.”

  “Jack.”

  He groaned and tossed up his hands in defeat. “Might as well call back our driver, you’ll be done by noon.”

  She looked horrified. “You know we can’t back out. Daddy’ll cut us off.”

  Right. And in her mind, that would be a fate worse than death. Heaven forbid they make this work like the rest of the world—on their own. God, she infuriated him.

  But she also loved him as no one else ever had, and for that alone, he intended to give this all he had. “Look, just because your father is richer than sin, doesn’t mean he can make us—”

  “He’s not making us. He just said that if we wanted to keep spending his money, we had to do this. He