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NOW HERE’S AN EXCERPT FROM… NEW SION
It was perfectly clear weather, like a final breath of summer. She lay staring up through the swaying sweetbark fronds. They made a lovely pattern against the cloudless blue sky. In the brush beside the river, birds rustled and sang, adding their music to that of the flowing water. The tang of Satan’s vine drifted through the air along with the spicy scent of redthorn thickets warmed in the sun.
Finn felt happy, despite her hurting side. She wouldn’t have minded going on like this for a long time, riding a little further each day, seeing the countryside, enjoying her friendship with Eamon.
She heard him whoop as he plunged into the water, and she couldn’t resist looking toward the river. The bushes along the bank formed a partial screen, but she could still see him swimming and splashing about.
The water must have been cold, because he didn’t stay in long. Soon he was standing in the shallows, scrubbing himself with a bar of soap before jumping back in the river to rinse off. With a curious thrill, she observed all of his actions. In her entire life, she’d never seen a man with no clothes on.
Eamon was nicely formed, with long lean lines to his body. He looked fit and strong, but not bulky. She watched him putting on his trousers and washing the rest of his clothes. He spread them over the bushes to dry. She liked the way he moved, his muscles bunching and stretching under his skin.
“Oh brother,” she muttered, realizing her mistake. He looked too good, and this wasn’t going to help the situation.
She changed position, turning her back to the river, trying to close her eyes for a nap. Of course, she wasn’t remotely sleepy now. The afternoon’s heat smothered her, and she sat up, taking off her boots and rolling up the sleeves of her shirt.
“You ready?” Eamon called, walking up from the river. He was shirtless and barefoot, his hair still damp from the swim. “The water’s chilly, but it feels good to wash. I’m glad you suggested it.”
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