The moment MaGrath entered the tent, it was more than obvious what had been going on. Near the center of the pile of disarrayed pillows and blankets Atty sat as if waiting for him. She lifted a face filled with defiance, her eyes flashing and daring him to make a hurtful comment when she heard him enter. At the sight of her love-tousled hair and slightly swollen lips, MaGrath couldn’t remember if she had ever looked more beautiful. Her long, shapely legs were bared to her thighs. Only a thin blanket covered her breasts and abdomen. The scent of s*x clung to the night air.
“I’m here under protest,” he announced flatly.
Instead of responding, Atty brushed back her hair. Her gesture caused part of the blanket to slip, revealing one lovely pink-tipped breast.
“Besides, isn’t it a bit
