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man. I
hope you find your manhood as uselessly hard as mine is right now, he mentally told the Sun God with an internal groan.
    When she reached out her hand for the trowel, he
noticed scrapes, as if she had fallen. His eyes traveled up her arm
where four distinct fingerprint bruises glared from her pale skin.
Her knees too were scraped up. He caught her elbow gently in his hand
and she flinched. Rage coursed through him. “Who dared to touch
you in this manner?”
    She jerked her arm free, snatched the trowel,
and glared at him. “That is none of your damn business.”
    Enrique broke the stare off. “Please
forgive my uncle, Dr. Kramer. He sucks with women.”
    Arka opened his mouth to argue that when Gwen
spontaneously erupted in laughter. “I highly doubt that,
Enrique.” She rolled her eyes. With the first scoop of dirt she
became completely engrossed in her work.
    Dr. Hanson brought over sack meals for Enrique,
Arka and Gwen long after nightfall. “She's driven,” he
noted with an admiring shake of his head.
    Arka notice the way the moonlight graced her
with its glow, reflecting and caressing every strand of her hair. Her
eyes turned a deep purple hue, stealing his breath whenever they met
his. He joined her in the knee-deep hole. With Enrique sifting,
they'd found several fragments of clay pottery and a small quartz
crystal. With her legs bent to remain in the small excavation, she
lay on her back, exhausted.
    “Stick a fork in me … I am done.”
Her eyes fluttered closed with a self-satisfied smile on her ruby
lips.
    Enrique glanced between them. He winked at Arka.
“Then I will see you in the morning, Dr. Kramer.”
    “Gwen,” she called out to his
retreating form. Her eyes shifted to his. “Call me Gwen.”
    Arka lay beside her with his head propped on his
elbow. “Gwen?”
    “Hmmm.”
    “Would you like me to walk you to your …
home?”
    She sighed. “I think I'll just sleep
here.” Her groggy voice betrayed how close she was to sleep.
    Arka climbed up and scooped her into his arms.
She squealed with fear and pushed hard against his chest. Terror
infused her expression. “Gwen.” He soothed as she
peppered his face with slaps. “Goddess, I am your guide and
protector. I would never harm you,” he told her in his native
tongue.
    She covered her face with her hands. “Oh,
God, Arka. I'm so sorry. I must have dozed.” Her fingers spread
and he could see her peek through them. “Did I hurt you?”
    “I didn't mean to scare you.” His
long strides had them in front of her door. He released her to her
feet, retaining his support with his hand at the small of her back,
and opened the door to the dark interior.
    “Thank you Arka. I ...” She climbed
the metal step to the entry before she met his gaze. With her palm
against one cheek, she placed a soft kiss to his other cheek. Arka
knew he could die this night a happy man. She seemed as surprised by
her action as he was. “Goodnight.”
    “Goodnight, Gwen.” She stepped back
into the darkness and he shut the door. Reaching under the dwelling
to where Enrique had hidden his bedroll, he spread it out on the
ground in front of her door. The spot on his cheek held her warmth
long after the night air chilled him.

Chapter
Five

    Gwen stood staring at the closed door while her
eyes adjusted to the dark interior of her trailer. I touched him …
kissed him … what is wrong with me? Two steps back and her
knees felt the cushion of the built-in table that doubled as a second
bed, perfect for midgets or little girls who insist on coming with
their dad to play in the dirt. Her ass plopped down. Self-contained
trailers and canvass tents had been the standard living arrangements
on her father’s digs. Her hand fell unerringly to the
brick-sized cardboard box of stick matches centered on the table next
to an oil lantern. The sulfur flare as she struck the match dimmed to
a soft flame and she lit the lantern wick.
    The bed was piled high with her bags.