Miri and Rafa quickly separated, creating so much distance between them that you’d think they’d gotten in trouble for not making enough room for the Lord at a school dance. He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair, hoping it wasn’t too obvious what they’d interrupted.
“Um, well, first things first, we need to figure out where we’re at. Does someone know where the GPS is?” Rafa asked.
“Here,” Felix said, handing it over.
They checked the GPS and compared it to a few of the maps in the cabin, determining that they were several nautical miles from the base camp at Florestacasa. At the pace they were going and assuming they had enough fuel, it would take them the better part of a day. Rafa showed them each how to operate the boat. Not that he was an expert, but he and his dad had gone boating several times during his childhood. This way, they could take turns and get some sleep. It was going to be a long night. But at least now they had a plan.
“Who were those guys?” Logan asked.
Miri shrugged. “Don’t know. We’re lucky, though. Had they gotten away with all our stuff, the expedition would have been over.”
Rafa tensed as it all finally hit him.
He’d sabotaged his perfect chance at sabotage.
Chapter
Ten
“Look what I found,” Mirisaid, waving a tube of Pringles and sitting next to Rafa, who had his back against the front of the captain’s cabin while Logan and Felix were on steering duty.
The moon had poked out above the tree line, casting an eerie glow on the river. Fortunately, the boat had lights, so they could keep going through the night. It wasn’t ideal, but they had no idea whether Hunter and Kevin scored another boat and were hot on their tail.
All sorts of worst-case scenarios cycled through Miri’s head—getting the boat stuck in the mud, giant boa constrictors dropping onto the deck from an overhanging branch, Hunter and Kevin catching up to them—but then her mind would drift back to that moment when Rafa had her pinned between the ship’s wheel and his large, hard, utterly delectable body, and…well, her imagination wiped everything else clean. They had been close—soclose. He had been about to kiss her. Kiss her and make it all better. Because if anything could improve their current predicament, it had to be Rafa’s lips.
And hands.
And eyes.
And thirty-four pack.
And—
“Wow, they made it?” Rafa asked, closing his notebook and taking the tube Miri held before him in midair.
Food. Right.
With a quick shake of the head, Miri returned to the present, blinking a few times to get reality back into focus.
“Yeah. My satchel apparently made it.”
Though, unfortunately, none of the rest of her stuff did. Luckily Logan’s bag made it, so they could change into clean, dry clothes. Logan’s cargo shorts and men’s medium hiking shirt, however, weren’t doing anything for Miri’s figure.
Though Logan’s men’s medium Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt was doingwondersfor Rafa’s.
Had she known the Ninja Turtles could be sexy before this moment?
Shedidalways have a bit of a crush on Michelangelo.
Rafa popped the top of the can and offered the first Pringle to her. They each took one, then tapped them together in a cheers before eating.
“Mmm. I needed this,” Rafa said, closing his eyes as he relished the snack.
Miri wet her lips, staring at him savoring that chip.
“God, I love Pringles,” he said, moaning to himself. “Thank you for sharing,” he said.
Miri wouldn’t mind sharing a few other things if he was interested.
