Each day I’d searched along that riverbank for burrowed nests of the lungfish, and I had hoped I might finally get to see one hatching out. But, I resigned myself, it wasn’t going to be today.
Which was just as well, since Cameron, as irritating as he could be at times, was proving too tempting for my own good, in spite of how obviously he thought he could make me fall in love with him.
He was going to fail, but I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity for some hot, sweaty s*x when it arose.
Since I’d be leaving the next day anyway and would be home in a week’s time, I no longer regarded it as soiling my own nest.
He hadn’t been thrilled when he realized this wasn’t going to be the romantic picnic he’d envisioned, but my colleagues hadn’t been overjoyed either. Cameron had sulked an
