And me? I should’ve looked away. Should’ve respected her. Should’ve left.

I didn’t.

Awkward? That doesn’t cover it. Hell. It was hell.

She glared at me from beneath the hem of that darn shirt, hair dripping down her back like wildfire made flesh. She thought she was punishing me with her pettiness. Truth was, I’d never wanted anyone more.

Every step back I told myself to focus. On the bear earlier. On the training. On anything other than the way her legs peeked out beneath my ...