His rumbling laugh sounded even louder in the quiet of the forest.

She refused to give him the satisfaction of laughing with him as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He unpacked his knapsack and cleared away some of the larger branches that had fallen to the ground.

She should be happy that he’d agreed to camp out with her this cold November evening. It was more than any of her past boyfriends had ever done.

Except Jamar wasn’t really her boyfriend. He wasn’t her significant anything. He was a client—a client whose dick had been pressed up against her as he kissed her against a tree, but still just a client.

Taylor stifled a groan.

She excused herself and went in search of the waterless toilets placed throughout the campground. According to the map, there was one about thirty yards from their campsite.

When she returned, she found Jamar sitting on a fallen tree that had no doubt served as a couch to many campers in the past. He was bundled up in his thermal blanket with…was that…?

“Is that a heater?” Taylor asked.

“You said we wouldn’t be able to start a fire. You didn’t expect me to sleep out in forty-degree temperatures without some form of heat, did you?”

She guessed that was a bridge too far.

“Is this thing battery operated?” she asked.

He nodded. “I had Amazon overnight it.” He patted the downed tree. “Come on. It’s warm.”

She was about to tell him no, but then a brisk wind blew, rattling the trees overhead and cutting through her jacket like a sharp knife. She skittered over to his sofa log and huddled in beside him.

“Okay, yeah, this is much better,” she admitted.

“Told you.” He pulled her in tighter. “Now, if we really wanted to warm up, I’ve heard body heat is the best kind of heat.”

“That’s such a weak come-on.” She laughed. “It’s a good thing you’re rich and adorable, because your flirting game is trash.”

“It’s the best I can do with a tree knob jabbing my ass.” He turned the dial up a notch on the heater. “And what’s up with calling me adorable? Adorable is for koala bears.”

“Sorry.” She hunched her shoulders in apology. “It’s not my fault you’re adorable. Take that up with your parents. You know, when you can look them in the eye again.”

“That’s not funny.”

Taylor bit her bottom lip in an effort not to laugh, but she couldn’t hold it in. “I’m so sorry. I promise to never tease you about it again. Unless you end up with a new little brother or sister, then all bets are off.”