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Abby exclaimed, "Rain!" She began to laugh and whirl, stretching her arms out as the drops pelted down. "My family. The others. They are saved!"
Mike stopped in his tracks. "What are you talking about?" He watched her lithe movements with an intensity that surprised himself, feeling a heat rise through his body that had nothing to do with the temperature. The rain had begun to plaster her clothing to her. Even though he had concluded she must be athletic, she had lovely, full curves rather than being determinedly, exercise-consciously skinny like most women he knew. Her breasts were lush and high, her waist small, her hips rounded. He tore his gaze from her body to her face as she stopped whirling.
Apparently oblivious to his admiration of her body, she looked for a moment as though ready to hug him, to get him to join in her dancebut she shyly dropped her hands. "I must get to them quickly, help put out vessels to trap the water." She began to hurry again along the path.
Mike inhaled deeply, following her. He was beginning to have a terrible feeling that this lovely woman was serious in all she said. And that meant . . . no. He was not willing to accept that she was crazy. He yelled, "I can't believe your expedition leader was stupid enough to come unprepared without enough water for a trip in the desert."
She turned back for only an instant, her eyes fierce enough to make Mike hesitate. "He is not stupid; he is a fine leader. He has done all he can

 
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