“Exactly,” Salo says. “So I was thinking, we’ll probably need someone to watch over us. Someone to keep us safe.” “Someone?” the ranger says, finally turning his face. The heat in his eyes is still intoxicating to Salo even after a month of camping trips and midnight swims and secret trysts wherever and whenever possible, as if their hands were glued to each other. Salo moistens his lips. “Someone dashing, maybe. And strong. And maybe I’ve met his parents, and they thoroughly approve. He might also be very good at . . . that thing I like.” A wicked grin. The ranger straightens from where he
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