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see what he was doing.
    “Bra?
Is that what you call it? I thought it was some kind of training thing for
titless females.”
    “Training?”
Dianna fumed. “You’re such an asshole, Spencer.”
    “Stop
wiggling! God, you are the antsiest female.”
    The
arachnid made good use of the twig and walked onto it as if it knew exactly
what they wanted it to do. As soon as it was off her, Taylor tossed the stick
away. “There now, that wasn’t so bad.”
    Dianna
eased off the sleeping roll, limped toward Taylor, and flung herself in his
arms. He automatically closed his arms around her waist. “It’s okay. You’re
okay.”
    “I hate bugs! I hate spiders! I hate
snakes! I hate the freakin’ rainforest! I wanna go home.”
    He
gave her a gentle squeeze, couldn’t resist pulling her closer. “You’re a woman.
You’re supposed to dislike those things, but I agree with every word you said.”
    She
leaned back. “You do?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Give
me back my gun. I swear to God if another spider gets on me, I’ll shoot it.”
    “Uh-uh.”
Taylor laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “We need the bullets, baby.
You can’t waste them on something as stupid as a spider. Calm down. It’s gone.”
    She
was still in his arms, her arms around his neck. Hell, he wasn’t complaining.
She felt utterly delicious. Her breasts were flattened against his chest. It
dawned on him she was pressed tight against the blisters, and damn, they hurt.
He thrust her away and glanced at the ugly red area where several of the
blisters had ruptured. The skin underneath looked raw and stung like hell.
“Shit. Look what you did.”
    Her
green eyes widened with dismay. “I’m so sorry. I forgot. I have a tube of
ointment in my bag.”
    “Forget
it. Just stay away from me. God, you’re a walking catastrophe!”
    Dianna
bit her lip. “I said I was sorry. What are we going to do? What if…what if
things get in bed with us? Bite us? We’re in a lot trouble.”
    “Oh,
you just now recognized that little fact?”
    “What
if one of us gets killed?”
    “Dianna.”
    “I’m
serious. What if a poisonous snake gets in bed with us and bites one of us or
both of us?”
    “Stop
it, Dianna! That isn’t going to happen. Don’t create problems that aren’t
there. What are the odds of a snake getting in bed with us? Probably not all
that great. You need to rest and stop borrowing trouble.”
    “I am not getting
back on that bedroll. It could have hundreds of spiders on it by now, or–or any
kind of creepy-legged thing that’s mean-tempered. You put it under a tree. What
if something falls off the tree and bites us?”
    “Jesus.
I’ll move it away from the fucking tree. Right now, I need to check our
supplies. We need to build a shelter before night falls. It’s going to rain.”
    “Now?
It’s going to rain now? What are you, the local weather forecaster?”
    “For
Christ’s sake, Dianna, calm down. I can’t think when you’re hysterical.”
    “I
am not hysterical. I’m scared!”
    “Well,
so the hell am I!”
    “I
want my gun.”
    “Why?”
    “I
figure I’m the better shot. If something comes close, and it looks mean, I’ll
shoot it, so don’t be looking mean at me.”
    “The
hell you say. Are you still seeing double?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Then
hell no, you aren’t getting back the gun. You have another clip?”
    “Not
with me.”
    “You
have any idea how many bullets you have left in the clip?”
    “About
six. Eject the clip and check.”
    Taylor
did exactly that. “Three. There are three shells left in the clip. Shit! And
you wasted one on a wild dog we could probably have beaten away with a stick.”
    Dianna
snorted. “That wild dog had foam
around its mouth. I wasn’t taking any chances of you getting bit by a rabid
animal.”
    “Jesus,
Dianna. It was probably only slobbering.”
    “Yeah,
well what if it wasn’t? What if it was infected?”
    “And
what if one of us gets bitten by a snake? Jesus, you