BY THE TIME THEY FINISHED their dip in the river, dried off, dressed and got back to camp, Melony was not only physically exhausted from their trek of the day, but her encounter with Hunter had left her emotionally drained as well. He was the most aggravating, frustrating, awe-inspiring, passionate and gentle man she'd known.
She warned herself once again about falling head over heels for him. She came here a whole, if not slightly confused, woman. She intended to leave here as such, though hopefully not as confused. Going back home to nurse an aching heart was not on her itinerary.
“Have a seat.” He gestured to the log that sat some ten feet away from the sanctity of her tent. “Let me take care of those scrapes.”
“I'm perfectly able to take care of myself.”
“Nonsense. I'll fix you rig
