“Asshole.” She pulled out a bar of soap from one of the packs. “I’m going to have a bath while you cook. You might consider doing the same at some point—you smell like camel.” “And yet you don’t dote on me half as much as you do them.” Lara gave a low chuckle. “Keep watch, then. I’d rather not have to leap out of my bath and fight ruffians in the nude.” “Might work out to your advantage.” “I’m advantaged enough, thank you.” She winked, plucked up a knife, and strode barefoot to the stream, her hips swaying in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else. Then she called out, “I said
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