“If you’re just going to be an ass—” He taps his foot against my shin, making me pause. “Sit down, Rissa.” My butt hits the bucket. Hearing the gravelly tone of his voice say my name sends an odd thrill down my spine. What the hell is wrong with me? I absolutely refuse to be attracted to this man. I refuse. I have been with countless beautiful men—men that looked like sculptures, they were so pretty. Men that...bathed regularly. So why, every time I leave my tent, are my eyes looking around for him? It doesn’t make any sense.
