She touched the hair curling at the nape of his neck, wanting the kiss to never stop.

At the sound of Max ringing the chow bell, he let her go. She drew back, shaken by the kiss. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m not going to apologize for kissing you. I’ve wanted to since the first time I laid eyes on you. Only back then, I was just a boy who thought the way to get a girl’s attention was to give her a hard time.”

“I’m still a married woman,” she said, hating that she sounded breathless. Had she ever been kissed like that? “And I’m your boss.”

He nodded. “If you’re saying that I have bad timing, I couldn’t agree more.” He grinned. “But I’m still not sorry.” With that, he touched her cheek, a light caress, before he rose, retrieved his shirt from the tree, pulled on his boots and left, saying, “I’ll see you back in camp, boss.”