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I smiled, seeing her gaze fall to my lips.

Electricity zipped through us as her eyes closed, and I leaned in to feel her lips against mine.

Then suddenly, all we could hear was a woman shrieking... or a fox. Maybe it was a fox.

Either one.

Maya broke away and glanced out a window. “What the heck?”

“Either a fox is giving birth, or Brielle ran into a wasp nest.”

I was only half-kidding as the door flung open with a panting Hunter.

“What’s wrong?” Maya asked, springing up from the chaise. “Where’s Brielle?”

“She’s stuck?” Hunter looked embarrassed.

“Stuck where?” I asked, glancing at Maya. “Will she get hurt by herself?”

“You guys couldn’t have gotten more than two hundred feet. What could possibly go wrong?” Maya asked, scratching her head, trying to look out the windows to find Brielle.

“Do you have a First-Aid kit?” Hunter asked.

I nodded and reached into the overhead cabinet and handed it to him. “Do you need help?

Hunter looked at Maya. “Maybe hers.”

Maya glanced at me, and I shrugged. “I’ll come with you both.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Maya

The gravity of the situation was severe, yet it took everything I had not to burst into a fit of giggles. It didn’t help that Cash was down the hill, trying not to howl in laughter. In fact, one of his merriments erupted, and I had to assure Brielle that it was a wolf looking for its mate.

The situation was obvious.

Brielle and Hunter had tried to get down and do the nasty, but in their haste, they didn’t see that they were in a thicket of buckthorn.

Her black leggings were down around her ankles. Her sequin camo had been snagged behind her, so two upright and perky breasts stared right at me, and judging at what was front and center, the girl also went commando.

“What do we do?” Hunter asked.

He’d already attempted to grab her from the shrubs, but Brielle seemed to be in shock and would just shoosh him away.

“You’re gonna get scraped up, Hunter.” I pointed behind Brielle. “But I think her best shot is if you come from behind her and push her in my direction. I can catch her.”

“You’re like four feet tall. How can you catch me?” She finally came back to life.

“Trust me. I’ve been in worse situations.”

She frowned, but when she went to move a hand, one of the thorns scratched her wrist.

“I have no choice,” she muttered. “I’ll depend on a leprechaun if I have to.”

“Be nice, would you?” Hunter asked, snapping the shrubs as he weaved in behind her.

“The first thing is to untangle her disco ball from the brush,” I told Hunter.

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