out why Declan had shut her out so completely and could only come up with one reason. He’d found out she’d slept with the one person he couldn’t stand—Clayne.
Kendra lay there with him almost touching her but not quite, feeling like she wanted to cry. Part of her wanted to tell Declan that Clayne wasn’t the one she wanted. But then she cringed. She refused to be the girl who said that stupid line, Yeah, I slept with someone else, but it didn’t mean anything.
Because it would mean something to Declan. It would mean she’d chosen Clayne over him. Chosen the loud, in-your-face, aggressive shifter who embraced his inner animal without apology. If there was one man who was the one-hundred-and-eighty-degree opposite of Declan, who acted in every way different than the introspective, calm, quiet bear shifter, it was Clayne.
And she’d slept with him.
Tears stung Kendra’s eyes and she wiggled, pressing herself closer to Declan, as if that would somehow make everything better. But Declan moved away, silently confirming her worst fear. Even if they made it out of this jungle alive, there was just no way he could ever get past what she’d done to him.
Chapter 7
“Okay, I think they’ve moved far enough away,” Declan said softly in Kendra’s ear, then immediately wished he hadn’t done it. He didn’t regret the words—he really felt the damn hybrids who’d literally forced them up a tree an hour ago were finally far enough away for him and Kendra to climb down. No, what he regretted was leaning in close to say those words. Even after running around the jungle for four days, she smelled so damn good he could barely keep himself from licking her.
Fortunately, Kendra removed the temptation by grabbing a branch and lowering herself to the ground. Declan found himself dropping his head back against the trunk of the big tree, breathing deep as he tried to get her scent out of his head.
Why the hell was this happening to him now, when they were in the middle of the jungle, surrounded by hybrids who wanted them dead?
They’d scrambled up the big tree when he’d heard two groups of hybrids converging on their location. It had been a dangerous place to hide, but there hadn’t been any other options. So, after he’d rubbed a few of the orchids he’d had in his cargo pants’ pocket on the lower trunk, up the tree they’d gone. The hybrids had passed by without even looking up. Still, he and Kendra had stayed in that tree just to make sure it wasn’t a trick.
Declan had his nose back under control by the time he hit the ground beside Kendra, but just barely. It seemed to be getting harder and harder to ignore her as the hours passed. By the time they got out of here, he’d probably be drooling on her.
“Well, all those supposedly smart people who say adult grizzlies can’t climb trees have obviously never watched you do it,” Kendra said as he straightened his rucksack. “There are monkeys out in the jungle right now hanging their heads in shame.”
He couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter, even if he did want to yell at her to stop being so sweet and nice to him all the time. “Anyone can climb fast when they’re properly motivated.”
“I’m not so sure about that. I had just as much motivation as you and still would’ve never gotten up there if you hadn’t given me a boost.”
Oh crap. That boost brought back more memories he’d rather forget—mostly the one that involved his hand pushing against her ass as he helped her get up in the tree.
“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, not looking at her. “No problem.”
Damn, her ass had been really nice—firm, but soft, too.
Stop thinking those thoughts, you stupid idiot. But it was too late. His cock had started to harden again in his uniform. Shit. He’d spent most of the time in that tree thinking about anything and everything he could just to get the thing to go down. Now he was going to have to walk around the jungle with a tree branch in his pants.
“You hear anything?” she asked, completely oblivious to the torture she was putting him through.
Declan forced his attention outward, glad to have something else to focus on. He picked up a hundred individual sounds—small animals moving across the jungle floor, monkeys and birds hooting and screeching, leaves and branches rustling against each other—but nothing that made him