A Sinful Seduction

The small intimacies of sharing a room didn’t bother her. It was Cal’s constant, looming presence that would take some getting used to.

The shower had stopped running. The door opened a few inches to let out the steam, but it appeared he was getting dressed in the bathroom. A few minutes later he stepped out, freshly shaven and combed, and dressed in clean jeans and a charcoal-gray sweater that matched his eyes. The clothes should have seemed casual, but something about his presence lent a rugged elegance to whatever he wore. She’d always noticed that.

Megan had done some needed shopping in Arusha before their departure, but she’d bought mostly plain khakis and T-shirts, a fleece jacket and a pair of sturdy boots, which she could take back to Darfur. Her one indulgence had been a colorful but practical jade-green scarf, which she’d knotted at her throat tonight. It was as dressed-up as she was going to get.

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