She snatched the cup out of his hand and drained off most of what was left. Anything to avoid admitting that she'd been thinking the same kinds of things. If she couldn't admit it to herself, she certainly couldn't admit it to him. What an idiotic, sexually tortuous disaster this trip was turning out to be. And there were five more weeks to go. It was impossible to imagine surviving it with her sanity intact.

"I shouldn't be drinking in the hot sun," she hastily added. "You wouldn't say things like that if you weren't drunk."

"How am I supposed to get drunk if you keep drinking it for me?"...