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She folds her arms across her chest and glares at me.

“We used to have a fling. A few times. But it was never anything serious. It wasn’t a relationship or anything like that—just casual.”

“And when last did this fling happen?” Her eyes are locked onto mine with such force I don’t dare look away.

“Before you and me. Absolutely nothing has happened since I met you.”

“You better make sure it stays that way, Stefy,” she says darkly.

I chuckle and she punches me in the chest. She is fuming. I can’t believe how jealous she is. She looks like she wants to rip Reina to shreds.

“Darya, no one in the world makes me feel how you make me feel. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Well, someone should tell Reina that because I don’t think she got the memo,” she says in frustration. “She was literally about to crawl onto your lap earlier."

I lean down and pull her into my arms, lifting her right off the ground.

Her heated anger is turning me on, and the fact that she is so intensely possessive over me is something I was not expecting at all.

“Maybe we should skip the drink and go straight to our tent,” I whisper against her ear.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go and find Reina’s tent?” she snaps.

I chuckle again and carry her towards the bar.

“Come on, let’s get tequila, and then you can roast marshmallows with me by the fire.”

After a drink Darya relaxes a bit, and she sits on my lap at the bonfire as we roast marshmallows and make smores with my employees. She is back to her usual happy self, but I am still thinking about how jealous she got and wondering what it means.

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In the morning, we wake up snuggled right against each other in our tent. There is a soft rain falling on the roof of the tent, and it sounds beautiful. I pull her closer to me and nuzzle my face into her neck.

“What a beautiful way to wake up,” I whisper against her.

“Mm,” she replies sleepily. “I could snuggle in here with you all day.”

We lie together for another hour before we start to hear the noises of other people getting up and starting the fire to make coffee and breakfast once the rain has stopped.

Reluctantly, I let her crawl out of my arms and get dressed to join the others.

Fireside coffee is such a special experience. I stand with Darya wrapped in my arms as we sip coffee out of tin mugs and look out over the wide stretch of beautiful hillside with the river running through it.

“Are you ready to get a little muddy?” I ask, smiling.

“I was born ready.” She laughs. “The guys were telling me last night that it gets quite heated. Everyone is really competitive.”

“Yes, it does. One year someone got so overexcited with the rock-climbing race that they stopped paying attention and slipped, broke their leg, but still wanted to try and finish.”

“Oh my goodness. Well, that’s just silly.”

I chuckle. “It is, but that’s how into these games everyone gets. I guess it doesn’t help that at that particular camping trip they were taking shots during the day.”

After breakfast, one of my team managers stands up on the side of a rock to call for everyone’s attention.

“Okay, guys, are we ready for the most important event of the weekend?”

Everyone cheers excitedly.

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