Concern entered his amber eyes. “Are you okay? You looked a little lost there for a moment.”
There was no way she was going to confess her true thoughts to them. “I uh…I was thinking we should probably get started before it gets too hot.”
Grant’s smile broadened. “That’s a sensible idea. Beautiful and sharp as a tack.”
“Well…I-I am a lawyer.” Why did they have to flirt with her? Or was it her own overactive imagination playing with her mind, wanting there to be something there that wasn’t?
“We won’t hold that against you.” Grant winked. “I was thinking we should begin as well. We’ll probably need to split up so we can get things done faster. I read somewhere if you walk far enough along the shore line, you might find a stream or something like it that will lead to fresh water. I’ll see how that pans out.”
“I’ll scavenge the island for food,” Rafe volunteered.
“What should I do?” India hoped the men didn’t intend on leaving her here to twiddle her thumbs.
“Collecting firewood would be helpful. I’m sure there are dead dry branches lying around the beach,” Grant said.
India was thankful to be given a task to keep her occupied. The faster she was away from these two hunks, the sooner she’d be able to dispel her inconvenient carnal thoughts.
Rafe shook the tree, hoping to get another coconut to fall. He’d already collected three, but he wasn’t sure it was enough. As hungry as he was, he could probably eat all three of them by himself. Not certain if the berries and plants he’d spotted were edible, he decided the sure bet would be to get as many of the coconuts as possible. Rafe hoped it was enough to hold them over for a few days. If they were here on this glorified sandbox longer than that, he’d have to see about catching fish. He shook the tree again with all his might, but the blasted things hung from the branches, mocking him.
He wondered if he could climb up the trunk and reach them. Rafe was contemplating how to make it up there when India sauntered over. Even with her hair in disarray and without makeup, she was stunning. One of her dress straps fell off one delectably curved shoulder. Rafe had always found something sexy about a woman’s bare shoulders.
His body tightened as he took in her devastating curves. How he managed to keep his hands to himself with her body next to his was a miracle. The bodice of India’s dress hung a little lower than it had the day before, revealing smooth chocolate mounds. His cock twitched at the sight she made.
How on Earth would he last on this island without touching her, pressing kisses all over her body, holding those lovely breasts in his hands and sliding his dick in and out of her tight pussy? Or maybe he’d sample some of that ass. She certainly had a nice one.
“I collected some firewood and put the pile a few feet away, but I have no idea how to start a fire.”
Rafe wanted to start a fire within her. Shit, he silently cursed himself. Now wasn’t the time to think with his dick. He finally found his voice after shaking away his horny thoughts. “Grant will know what to do.”
“He seems very knowledgeable about what to do in a situation like this. Was he a Boy Scout?”
Rafe grinned. “Hardly. But he does enjoy the outdoors and he’s gone on numerous camping trips.”
“This is hardly the same.”
“No, but he’s probably a better go-to guy in this situation.”
“You’re not into the outdoors?”
Rafe chuckled with a shake of his head. “I enjoy my creature comforts a little too much. Camping is Grant’s way of unwinding. When we were kids, we used to sleep out in each other’s backyards all the time. Sometimes we’d even hang out in the park all night when…” Even after all these years, his childhood still tore at his soul.
“When what?” she prompted gently.
“When we just wanted to get away,” he muttered. He’d almost let slip how he and Grant would stay away from home a couple days at a time when Grant’s father was having a drunken binge or when Rafe’s mother brought home a new boyfriend. Rafe hadn’t been as keen on staying outdoors as Grant had, but at least it was better than the alternative. India didn’t need to hear it. She probably wouldn’t be interested. How many times had Angie told him to get over it?
Maybe his ex-wife was right. His dysfunctional childhood was not something to be brought up in normal conversation even though these were far from normal circumstances.
“You were going to say something else.”
She was too observant by far. “No. That was it.”
India gave him a long shrewd look, telling him she didn’t believe him, but she shrugged. “I notice you’re having a problem getting that coconut down. Aren’t those three enough?” She pointed to the ones on the ground.