Daisy ....

Two days later, Gabe’s head was still reeling from the crazy magic carpet ride Daisy had him on. She was the hottest woman he’d ever met and from the moment she’d walked into that bar and asked for his help, his world had been thrown into a blender and set on puree.

“Ouch.” Daisy’s voice cut through the tranquility of the morning and Gabe glanced over his shoulder at her. He knew better than to laugh but he couldn’t stop the grin. She slapped at her arms. “Stupid bugs.” Slap. “Why do they like me,” slap “and leave you alone?” Slap.

“Put on some more bug spray and let’s get moving. It’s already hot enough to boil coffee out here. If we don’t get on the trail now, it’ll be siesta time and we’ll be stuck.”

No reply from Daisy, except for an indecipherable mumble and the erratic squirting of bug spray. Juan, the guide they’d hired was giving orders to his employees about packing up the tents and supplies and loading everything onto the burros. Two more days of hiking in the sweatbox of the South American jungle and they’d be able meet up with the men who were keeping Daisy’s sister captive.

One night in the jungle and all of Gabe’s well-honed, and as of late, unused battle skills came to the forefront. There was no way Daisy could have known about his background of Special Ops training, so he could only guess that she had some kind of Catwoman instincts in choosing him.

He glanced in her direction again and shook his head. Her hair was up in a pony tail, she didn’t have on a drop of makeup, and she was irritated as heck. But damn she made his blood race.

If they weren’t on this crazy trip to save her sister, he’d take her back to the hotel that they’d checked out of the day before and they would stay there for at least a week. Maybe longer. He was pretty damn sure it was going to take a long time to get Daisy Stone out of his blood.

An enormous roar shattered the chilly morning air.