She took a bite of her burger—on a gluten-free bun—and moaned. “Wow. that’s really good.” I lowered my gaze to my chicken sandwich, pretending to be absorbed in my own dinner. If I got even the smallest glimpse of the look on her face that accompanied that sound, I was sure I’d throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my cabin, caveman style. It was bad enough that my pants were getting tight again.
