SOMETIME LATER, AFTER Melony had reluctantly broken off the kiss and slipped out of Hunter's embrace, after their tents were dismantled and the campsite cleaned up, they hefted their packs onto their backs and set out on the next leg of their journey.
Melony had meant what she told him; there could never be anything remotely intimate about their relationship. Last night had been a onetime thing. She simply refused to let herself get lost in the clouds over this man, and mentally chided herself for the kiss they had shared this morning and the perfume she had dabbed behind her ears before they left camp. Against every cell in her body that warned against it, against every sensible word that rolled through her head and came out of her mouth, she was trying to attract Hunter McFadden.
