Free All in the Game by Barbara Boswell

another little voice—that of the angel who’d just arrived to perch on her other shoulder?—also had something to say. Something completely different from the devilish imp.
    Eating this food would be cheating. Sharing it with Lauren would be dragging her sister into a conspiracy of dishonesty. And she would also have to add lying to Laurento the list of her wrongdoings, because where could she say that this food had come from? A sandwich shop in the jungle?
    If she were to truthfully tell Lauren that Ty had given it to her, Lauren would want to know why. Which would mean either confessing her past fling to her twin or making up some reason why chief cameraman Tynan Hale had decided to slip the Cullen sisters some food on the sly.
    Shannen suddenly glanced around her, half expecting to see the cameras filming her. What if this was some sort of setup?
    But she was all alone, and her stomach was churning in hungry anticipation.
    To eat or not to eat. What a dilemma!
    No, it wasn’t a dilemma at all, lectured Shannen’s invisible but vocal Little Angel. It was something far simpler—and way more dangerous.
    This was temptation.
    Shannen heaved a groan. Gramma had a lot to say about temptation down through the years and never hesitated to say it.
    â€œIf you keep off the ice, you won’t slip through.”
    â€œYou can’t be caught in places you don’t visit.”
    â€œIf you don’t touch the rope, you won’t ring the bell.”
    Those three sprang instantly to mind; if she were to think another minute or two, she could come up with at least ten more in a similar vein.
    And, of course, there was the unnerving one about giving the devil a ride. Shannen shuddered. Maybe it was because Mom and Evan had completely ignored Gramma’s warnings and messed up their lives, that Shannen, Lauren and Jordan—sometimes called “the third twin” since she was only a year older—paid Gramma such careful heed.
    Except for that brief, dizzying period in her life when Shannen had thrown out Gramma’s wisdom and sneakedaround to meet Ty. No happy ending there. She hadn’t strayed from the straight and narrow since.
    She wasn’t about to do it now. Shannen stared out at the dark ocean, leaving the food untouched. “If you don’t take a bite of the forbidden food, you won’t be cheating.”
    She could pass down that one, her own personal version of temptation shunned, to her own grandchildren…if she ever had any.
    Ty returned shortly afterward.
    â€œHere’s the ointment.” Before she could say a word, he knelt down beside her and smeared it on her right hand, then her left.
    The salve was thick and warm and soothed her blisters on contact. Shannen immediately felt guilty.
    â€œThis isn’t fair.” She bit her lower lip. “The others—”
    â€œI don’t care about the others.” Ty slipped his arm around her shoulder. “Keep the ointment. Take it back to the camp with you.”
    Shannen resisted laying her head against him. It would be so easy to do that. Too easy. Instead, she shook off his arm and struggled to her feet.
    â€œYou had that sandwich and cookies and tea with you before I got here tonight. Is that why you told me to come here, so you could give me food?” She was floored by the sudden realization.
    â€œAnd you thought I was just out for sex,” Ty said wryly, rising, too. “Of course, if you’re willing, I’m—” He paused, glancing at the uneaten food for the first time.
    â€œYou didn’t eat it.” He sounded disappointed.
    â€œGramma would say I’d be letting the devil in the cart if I were to take one bite,” mused Shannen.
    â€œRelax. I promise you won’t be held to the riding him home part.”
    She resisted the urge to smile. “You heard me quoting Gramma, hmm?”
    â€œI filmed you quoting her, remember? I’ve heard a