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They didn’t have far to walk; Joe had already scouted the area and marked the most likely spot in a small arroyo, where the scrub grew profusely. He knelt on the sandy bottom and began scooping up the sand with his hands. It quickly grew damp. He slipped the knife from his boot and dug deeper, until muddy water began to gather in the hole.

  His gag had been made from a handkerchief, and it came in handy now. He spread the square of cloth over the water to filter the liquid, then gestured for her. “Drink.”

  Caroline didn’t take exception to his curt tone; he had produced water, and that was the important thing. She didn’t cavil about unsanitary conditions or the indignity of having to get on her hands and knees and lap liquid like a dog. It was water. She would gladly stand on her head to get it if it was required. She could feel the membranes of her mouth and throat absorbing the tepid moisture, and it was wonderful.

  Still, she forced herself to stop long before her thirst was quenched and moved away from the tiny water hole. She gestured to him. “Your turn.” She didn’t know how much water there was; there might be only enough for both of them to have a few swallows each.

  He stretched out full length on the sand to drink, which she considered and decided was a far more comfortable position. She should have thought of it herself, but then, she had never lapped water from a puddle before. She would know next time. Absently she studied his prone figure. As big as he was, it stood to reason that he had more blood in his body than she did, so he would probably require more water. Biology had never been one of her interests, but she would bet he had at least one more deciliter of blood than she did, perhaps two. An interesting little tidbit she needed to investigate…

  She blinked and became aware that he had risen to his feet and was waiting, having evidently asked her something. “Do you want more water or don’t you?” he repeated impatiently.

  “Oh. Yes, thank you.” This time she stretched out as he had done, which gave her better access to the small puddle of water. She sucked enthusiastically until she began to feel as if she’d had enough. She paused to ask, “Have you finished, or do you want more?”

  “I’ve had enough,” he said.

  She soaked the handkerchief as best she could, then gingerly washed her face and hands, wincing when the water stung the scrapes. When she had finished, she offered the handkerchief to Joe, and he scrubbed the damp material over his own face and hands, and around the back of his neck. The moisture had a cooling effect, something he needed right then.

  “We’ll wait in the rocks until sundown,” he said, and she nodded. Without another word she headed back to the protective niche.

  Damn it, she was treating him like some stranger she’d been stranded with. No, even worse than that. She would have talked more to a stranger. She hadn’t once looked him in the eye. Her gaze would slide past his face without connecting, as if he were someone she passed on the street. His hands clenched into hard fists as he strode after her. It was time to have it out, damn it.

  She was sitting on the ground in the niche when he got there, her arms looped casually around her drawn-up knees. Joe deliberately walked so close that his boots nudged her feet, forcing her to either stand up and face him or tilt her head back as far as it would go. She continued to sit.

  “Why the hell didn’t you call me last night instead of tackling Gilchrist on your own?” he asked softly, so softly it would take a discerning ear to catch the quiet fury underlying the words.

  Caroline heard it but didn’t much care. She shrugged. “I didn’t think of it. I wouldn’t have, anyway. Why would I?”

  “So I could take care of it. So you wouldn’t nearly have gotten yourself killed.”

  “And you, too,” she pointed out. “How did you get involved?”

  “I was following you.”

  “Ah.” She gave him a brittle smile. “Thought you’d catch me in the act, didn’t you? What a surprise to find out it was someone else who got caught.”

  “And you knew it when you went there. Damn it, Caroline, for such a smart person, that was a stupid thing to do. You should have called me when you first suspected him.”

  “Yeah, sure. Why waste my breath?” she asked scornfully. “I’d already seen how much you believed me. I’d rather have called Adrian Pendley than you, and he hates my guts.”

  His breath hissed softly between his teeth as he leaned down and grasped her arms, jerking her unceremoniously to her feet. “If you ever need anything,” he said, the words deliberately spaced as he forced them out, “you call me. My woman doesn’t go to someone else.”

  She pulled sharply, trying to dislodge his grip on her arms, but he merely tightened his hands. “Interesting, I’m sure,” she snapped. “When you find her, be sure to tell her that, but I’m not interested.”

  A red mist swam in front of his eyes. “Don’t push me,” he heard himself say hoarsely. “You’re mine, damn it. Admit it.”

  Again she tried to pull away, her blue-green eyes spitting fire at him. If he thought he could just pick up again where they had left off, now that it had been proven to his satisfaction that she was worthy, he was in for a nasty surprise. She wanted to scream at him, but instead she limited herself to a scathing retort. “We had a hot weekend in bed, but that doesn’t give you a deed to me. Boy, were my eyes opened. I knew you weren’t madly in love with me or anything, but you really can’t have much of an opinion of someone at all if you think they’re capable of betraying their country. It was certainly a learning experience—”

  “Shut up.” His voice was guttural now.

  “Don’t tell me to shut up,” she fired back. “The next time I go to bed with a man I’ll make certain he—” “You’ll never go to bed with any man but me.” He began shaking her, the force of it whipping her head back and forth. The thought of her turning to another man was unbearable, shattering the last tenuous thread of his control and letting rage spew forth like lava, red-hot and molten. She was his, and he was never going to let her go.

  Somehow his mouth was on hers, his hand locked in her hair at the back of her head, holding her still. He tasted blood, whether his or hers he didn’t know, but the coppery taste called up a fiercely primitive instinct to brand her as his, sear his flesh into hers so she would never be free of him. His skin felt burning hot and too tight, as if it would burst from the force of his blood pounding beneath it. His manhood was iron hard with lust, straining against the front of his jeans.

  He carried her to the ground, blind with the need to feel her soft body beneath him. He began jerking at her pants, tugging them down and off. Her underwear tore when it was subjected to the same treatment.

  Caroline lay still, staring in mute fascination at his face. She had always sensed his control and resented it, but abruptly it had shattered, and the naked intensity of his expression was almost frightening. Almost, because in the deepest, most basic part of her, she trusted him not to hurt her. She saw the savagery of his eyes, felt the barely restrained strength of his hands as he stripped her clothing away, and his wildness called her own fierce spirit soaring up to meet him.

  She heard herself give a wild cry; then her hands were buried in his thick black hair, pulling him down to her.

  He tore at the fly of his jeans, grunting as he freed his rigid length. He entered her with a powerful, driving thrust that made her cry out again from the impact of it; then her legs came up to hold him in the cradle of her hips as her silky hot depths wrapped around him, yielding, caressing, demanding. The sensation made him feel as if his skull was going to explode.

  He rode her hard, grinding her into the hard ground beneath them in his frenzy to irrevocably meld their flesh into one. He’d never felt so savage, so utterly dominant and primitive; he was out of control, reacting purely as a male animal who needed his mate more than anything else in the world.

  Caroline lifted her hips to meet his heavy thrusts. She had been sucked up into the maw of a powerful storm, and she loved it, reveled in it, embraced it and wan