I like Kate. She's a real wildcat when she needs to be—and a dedicated photo-journalist. I feel lucky that I got to know her out here in the jungle. If I'd tried to wine and dine her in L.A., I would have choked. Here, with only a dusty shirt beneath us, and roast lizard for supper, she and I got along just fine.

I leaned in for that first kiss, holding my breath. I knew she wouldn't be able to tell how nervous I was, because she was trembling. Maybe it was just the firelight playing in her hair.