The storm passed quickly, but Justin estimated they’d collected several cups of water from the microburst. His stomach cringed at the idea of eating dragon fruit for dinner, but he had no other choice. Well, a rambutan.
As the rain stopped, Iris slowly lowered her hand, testing to see if the mat would hold the water without her help. It did, and she sighed as she wiped both hands through her hair. She was shapely with her clothes stuck to her, and sexy with that water dripping from her face.
Justin looked away, his fantasies once again flying into overdrive. But she’d said—twice—that she was married to her company. He’d watched Theo and his wife go through some hard things with regard to how much his boss worked, and Justin didn’t want that kind of relationship.
He didn’t need a woman w
