Page 22 of My Boyfriend Bites

The statement brought a scowl. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. One of the gang members was our tour guide. Most likely it’s some kind of scam they run with the locals.” She grabbed her shirt and grimaced as she put it on over her wet suit.

“You might be pleased to know the ship won’t be setting sail until morning.”

“They waited for me?” she asked.

“No. Some kind of maintenance issue caused the delay.”

“Oh really?” She eyed him as she grabbed her pants. “I don’t suppose you had something to do with that.”

His lips twitched. “Who, me?”

She snorted as she finished dressing. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Someone had to act.” Although he would admit he’d expected her to be more grateful.

“And you thought it a good idea to come searching the jungle at night, alone?”

“Renard would have joined me, but one person is easier to sneak off a ship.”

“I’m impressed you managed to find me.”

Not really, but then again, she had no clue what he could do. “Finding things is a skill of mine.”

“And can this skill get us out of this jungle back to the ship?”

“Easily.”

She slid on her shoes and sighed. “Guess we’re in for a long walk.”

“Guess again. The Jeep I rented is maybe thirty minutes on foot. I ditched it by the ATV to better track you.”

“Then lead the way. I, for one, can’t wait to get into a hot shower and eat something.”

“One moment.” He stood before her, and she craned to meet his gaze, the half-moon providing just enough illumination to see.

“What is it?” she murmured.

He dipped his head to press a light kiss to her lips and murmur, “I am very glad you’re safe.”

Her breath sucked in, and her pulse quickened. She stepped away from him. “I’m glad too.”

She all but confirmed his assumption. Arousal triggered her wolf. Interesting. It explained some of her actions. He’d dwell on it more later. He gestured. “The Jeep is in this direction.”

He led the way, not that she needed his help retracing their steps. Did she realize how much of her secret she gave away? From her calm demeanor in the face of what would have hadmost blubbering or in shock, the way she unerringly walked, not once stopping to see if she went the right way, how her head angled left and right, her nostrils flaring as she scented.

She was utterly magnificent, and for the first time in his life, Dante would admit to being smitten.

Alas, the lovely Selene didn’t yet appear to feel the same way. While most women would have thrown themselves at him for coming to the rescue, Selene met him with questions. But she didn’t ask the most important one in his mind. Why had she not pressed his real reason for seeking her out? How the thought of her in danger had him willing to risk everything.

The Jeep remained where he’d left it, and soon, they were bumping on their way. Only then did she say, “Thank you for coming to find me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m still not sure how you managed it. I couldn’t find my way back,” she muttered with a grimace.

“Like I said, I’m good at locating things.”

“Is that part of your job?” she queried.

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