Chapter Six
“Shepherd! Get your lazy ass up. Are you planning on sleeping the day away?”
“I'm awake,” she grumbled.
“Breakfast is in five minutes,” he barked through her firmly zipped tent.
“I'll be right out.” Her tone was just as testy as his, though still husky from sleep. It traveled all along Hunter's nerve endings like a nomad trying to find a place to rest. He smiled when the feeling found its destination: his groin.
He walked back over to the campfire and the task of making coffee. Last night he’d had his first bout of insomnia in over five years. And it was all because of the woman trudging toward him with sleep still in her eyes, dressed in a pair of ass-hugging jeans and a khaki camp shirt. She also wore a phony air of coolness, he noted. Oh yes, he was affecting her just a
