Something wet and cold fell into her lap. Aimee jumped in surprise, jolted out of her sensual daydreams. She stared as a large trout flopped up and down on her legs. Her gaze shot toward the river. Daniel wore a wolfish grin on his face. "You threw a fish at me?" she shouted in false anger. "I can't believe you threw a fish at me!" In truth, it was hard to believe. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scowly had actually done something funny. Imagine that. She bent down in pretense of picking up the wiggling fish, and gathered a handful of river mud from the bank, and squeezed it into a ball. As Daniel slowly waded toward her, still grinning from ear to ear, she aimed and threw the mud, hitting him in the shoulder. "Hah! Take that!" Daniel's grin faded quickly. "Two can play at that game." Aimee kept taunting him, her hands on her hips. Daniel emerged from the river, and she swallowed hard. Her eyes roamed over his glistening wet body as he advanced. His feral virility stunned her. Several large jagged scars on his chest stood out against his olive skin. Why hadn't she noticed them the day before? She swallowed nervously as her gaze traveled lower, and sighed in relief. He wasn't completely nude. He wore a breechcloth, but it didn't leave much to the imagination as to what it covered, and only served to accentuate his flat, rippled stomach and muscular thighs. The smoldering look in his eyes as he advanced sent her a few steps backwards, and the smile on her face froze. Oh God! Is he really this angry because I threw some mud at him? In one lightning fast, predatory move, Daniel grabbed her up and flung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and turned back to the water. "What are you doing? Put me down!" Aimee shrieked. Her fists pounded his hard back while her feet kicked uselessly in the air. He waded into the water a few feet, and unceremoniously threw her into the river. Before she hit the water, her thought was one of disbelief that he carried the game this far. It seemed so uncharacteristic of him. "You slimeball," she yelled as her head emerged from the water. She was actually pleasantly surprised at this new, playful side of him. At least it solved her dilemma of wanting to go for a swim earlier. "How dare you!" she squealed in mock anger. Daniel dove into the river after her and came up inches from her face. She splashed water at him to ward him off. Daniel's hands shot up and encircled her wrists. Flashing a devilish grin, he asked, "What is a slimeball?" She couldn't keep up her false anger any more. "A slippery snake," she laughed. "Like you, who preys on helpless women." Daniel's eyebrows shot up. "I thought you said you weren't helpless." "You're right, I'm not helpless," she confirmed, and flapped like a fish to try and free herself from his iron grip.
( Peggy L. Henderson )
[ Yellowstone Heart Song ]
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