The blush creeps up my neck, hot and prickly. I shouldn’t forget that I’m capable of embarrassment, too.

“If you’re self-conscious, you could rinse off here. I’ll keep guard.” He frowns at the surrounding woods. “I wouldn’t look if you didn’t want me, too.” He winces and tacks on a muttered, “Of course, you don’t want me to.”

I wait a beat to make sure he’s done. I had no idea that Preston Charge lacked game to such a degree. Richard’s smoother, and he once offered Essie a packaged apple pie if she’d let him touch her boob.

“I’m not self-conscious.” I’m not sure why that’s the part I feel...