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the fire, and he and
    Anthony had heard it growling earlier.
    A giant snarling cat bursting from the bushes would be
    welcome, he thought savagely. It would give him something to do
    other than sit and listen .
    Jonathan sat, his hands loosely grasping his knife, hearing
    against his will the low sounds coming from the shelter nearby.
    Jenna said something in a breathless whisper and Charles laughed,
    the low sound of their voices muted. He could almost see in his
    mind their bodies entwined and it made him grind his teeth, even
    though he loved Charles like a brother. Picturing his youthful

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    masculinity over Jenna’s slender and extremely female body was
    torture. As was the fact that once they stopped talking, he knew
    they were engaged in another activity, a low moan drifting out now
    and then, the sound of ragged breathing finally punctuated by her
    soft cry of release and a lower groan as Charles came as well.
    Dammit , he thought blackly. Her infernal idea had sounded
    marvelous when it involved him being able to satisfy a very
    burning lust in her young body. He had thought he could handle
    the fact she would be fucking Anthony and Charles, too, because
    he was never possessive of his lovers.
    But he was pretty miserable sitting there, a prisoner because it
    was his turn to stand guard. Anthony was sound asleep on a pallet
    nearby.
    Refusing to analyze his feelings, he focused on the fact that
    there was one good thing about this evening…tomorrow he was
    Jenna’s bodyguard.

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    Chapter 5

    The day began with rain, a gentle patter that sifted occasionally
    through the roof of the hut. Jenna moved now and then when it
    woke her, finding a drier spot. She was naked and sleepy but alone
    as she had been the past two mornings. The men always got up
    early and began to work on their daily survival, looking for food,
    hunting, fishing, and keeping a vigilant eye constantly on the
    horizon for a ship they could signal. When thunder boomed, she
    grimaced and scooted into the corner. The roof was certainly not
    waterproof. Dreaming of her dry bed in her luxuriant bedroom in
    her father’s London townhouse, she drifted back to sleep, not even
    stirring much when she felt the first insidious glide across her
    back..
    * * * *
    “Jenna, don’t move,” Not able to keep his voice even, Jonathan
    froze halfway through the doorway, staring at the serpent coiled
    next to her. She was nude still, and sleepily gorgeous, her lashes
    fluttering as she lay on her side, her long slender legs resting
    together, her splendid breasts gently moving with each slumberous
    breath.
    The snake was thick in girth, but he couldn’t tell exactly how
    big, not that it mattered with the creature actually touching her, and
    he was suddenly petrified she would wake and panic, causing it to
    attack.
    “Jonathan,” she muttered, stirring a little. “What’s wrong?”

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    He didn’t dare tell her. A fear he had never known—not even
    when he realized the ship was sinking—gripped him. Smiling in
    sickly reassurance, he said, “Nothing…it’s late morning, I just
    wanted to make sure you were feeling well.”
    Advancing slowly, he crouched in the low space, wondering
    how the hell he would do this. The creature was actually coiled so
    close she would realize it at any time, and if she tried to turn over
    to see what was touching her back, she would be bitten.
    Hell and blast.
    The serpent lifted its head, the tongue flicking out, registering
    his presence.
    Not sure what else to do, not able to leap over her because the
    space was too small, and the snake just too close, Jonathan took a
    deep breath and suddenly grasped her slim ankles. Yanking
    violently as he stumbled out of the doorway, he dragged her
    backwards onto the wet sand of the beach out of the hut, not
    pausing even though she fought and twisted against his assault, her
    long shining hair trailing behind her, her expression one of