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coolness combining with the warmth flooding through her at his firm touch. Emmy knew she had to shift, knew she had to right herself, but couldn’t help savouring the way it felt to have Dart’s arms about her, the warmth of his chest pressing into her neck and shoulders.
    Carefully, and without a word, his hands slipped to her waist as he shifted her to stand upright. ‘Are you OK?’ His rich, deep tone washed over her and Emmy parted her lips, desperate to get her erratic breathing under control before this man could see just how much his touch was affecting her. ‘Emerson?’
    ‘Fine.’
    ‘Are you sure? You didn’t twist your ankle?’ Medical. If he focused on the medical side, ensuring she was indeed all right, perhaps he’d be able to push aside just how incredible it had felt to have her in his arms. His hands were still at her waist, waiting for her to put full weight onto her left foot. ‘Emerson?’
    Clearing her throat and forcing herself to pay attention to the signals her brain was busy sending out, Emmy pushed aside the fog that had clouded her brain at his touch. ‘Good.’ She shifted completely out of his arms and turned to glance up at him. ‘See? Fine.’
    He raised a teasing eyebrow. ‘Now who’s monosyllabic?’
    Emmy gave him a tight smile but returned her full attention to getting over the rest of the rocks, and within a moment she could see Belhara and Tarvon about ready to dive into the water, their towels left higher up on one of the rocks. Trees accompanied the rocks around a natural spring-fed body of water, spread out for them to enjoy.
    ‘What took you so long?’ Tarvon asked as Belhara dived in.
    ‘Sorry,’ Emmy responded, and shifted further away from Dart. She needed distance from him because at the moment she was still coming to terms with how incredible it had felt to be held so close, so near to the man who had plagued her dreams all night long. There was a definite attraction between the two of them and with the way he’d breathed her scent in, his hands having caressed her waist before he’d eventually let her go, Emmy knew distance was a good idea.
    ‘Come on in. The water is great,’ Belhara called.
    ‘OK.’ Emmy ditched her towel, took off her flip-flops and the sarong and pulled her hair free of the band, the soft, silky tresses finally let loose.
    Dart sucked in a breath as he watched her graceful movements and moments later as she dived beneath the cool, refreshing water, surfacing near Tarvon and Belhara, the three of them laughing, he experienced the strangest sensation of anger. He clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists as he watched her enjoying herself with his friends. He hadn’t felt this way in an incredibly long time and it took him a whileto realise that perhaps it wasn’t anger he was experiencing but rather something much, much worse.
    Jealousy.
    Unfortunately for Dart’s peace of mind, there was no clinic that morning. He was in the mood to lose himself in medicine, to concentrate on procedure, to do what needed to be done. However, all that needed to be done at the moment was to have some downtime after the last few hectic days.
    He should relax and read a book but every time he tried to turn his mind to the story before him he would hear Emerson laugh, or she’d make a comment, or he’d hear her giving directions to her crew. Hadn’t they shot enough footage by now? Surely they didn’t need to stay until the end of the week and could leave sooner.
    He spent time monitoring Weyakuu, giving the others the opportunity to pander to their inner peacock and spend time in front of the camera or being interviewed by Emerson. When a call came through on the UHF radio requesting medical assistance be sent to the village where Hunklu lived, Dart was thankful to be doing something at last. He’d already checked Hunklu’s sutures and rebandaged the man’s hand so he was cleared to head back to his village.
    Dart was in the process of