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“Speaking of gods…” She grabbed a skewer, dipped it into the sauce, and slid off the first chunk between her teeth. The outer char and inner marinade combined to make a small piece of heaven. The peppery meat accented by the cool cilantro and sharp vinegar of the sauce made her want to eat slowly to appreciate every bite—and to scarf the whole thing down in a flurry of greed. Luke rustled up a pair of camp chairs and set them in the shade as far from the bustle as possible. Definitely speaking of gods, Luke looked as delicious as their meal as he slouched down and sighed happily. “Any thoughts?” His leer answered that well enough. She needed a temporary subject change if there was a chance she was going to finish her dinner rather than dragging Luke into the trailer and ripping his clo