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Are you still coming in
two weeks?” Gwen reined in her hormones.
    “Hells yea! You don’t get to have
all the fun. I plan on haunting you every break I get.” Maggie
laughed. “Besides, if you don’t help me with my next
test, I’ll fail it. I miss you already.”
    “I miss you too. See you soon.”
Hanging up the phone, Gwen powered it off to conserve the battery and
dozed off instantly.
    The pool rippled under her fingers, and she
felt him behind her. With a smile she turned, only it wasn’t
the gangly young man she remembered, it was Arka. Primal, mature, he
reached out his hand. She took it and rose to her feet, staring up
into his face, trapped by the look of passion in his eyes.
    “ Arka,” Gwen sighed as she said
his name in her mind. His eyes widened.
    “ How are you speaking to me?” His
voice was deep and pure. She heard his voice, but his lips never
moved.
    “ I don’t know, and I don’t
care. Just … hold me.” It was her dream; she could do
whatever she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her ear
pressed to the sound of his heartbeat. The feel of his erection,
thick and hard, pressed to her stomach sent butterflies through her.
    His arm around her back and a hand buried in
her hair, holding her head to his chest, he bowed his head and drew
in a deep breath. “You smell of sweet night rain, Goddess.”
    She lifted her face to his. His breath
mingled with hers an instant before their lips met. Tenderly, gently
he kissed her bottom and then her top lip with a groan. Her hand rose
to his head. Lifting to her tiptoes, she crushed his lips to hers. He
opened to her and her tongue slid into the warmth of his mouth while
his explored hers. She moaned at the sensual eroticism of his kiss.
Her nipples hardened and begged for his attention …
    Light filtered in through the frosted-glass
windows. A soft drizzle tinged against the metal overhead. The
morning rain in the tropical forest filled the air with smells she
hadn’t experienced in years. Excited, Gwen leapt from her bed
and threw the door open. Jumping past the metal step, she lifted her
chin to the rain and drew the smells deep into her lungs. It felt
like a baptism to her soul.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the
blanketed lower half of a body protruding from next to a tire beneath
her trailer. Empowered, hands on her hips, she kicked the bundle
lightly. “Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re
doing?”
    She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from
laughing when whoever it was tried to sit up, slammed his head with a
grunt, and slithered out. Arka rubbed his forehead, looking at her
through one eye, and Gwen let the laughter go. It rolled through her,
liberating, tears streamed down her cheeks. Only the awed expression
on Arka’s face calmed the laughing-fit.
    He leaned his head back against the side of the
trailer. “I didn’t hear you get up.”
    She sat on the metal step next to him. The flap
of a tent a few feet away opened and Enrique popped his head out with
a smile and a wave. Gwen waved back.
    “Why are you sleeping on the ground …
in front of my trailer?”
    One side of his lips—lips she still
vividly remembered from her dream—lifted in a quirk. “I
was protecting you.”
    Protecting … me? Gwen glanced
around at the encampment coming to life around her. The remoteness of
dig sites had always made her feel safe. Especially since her mother
never accompanied her and her father on them. Her father never drank
when he worked at them either. She patted Arka on the shoulder.
“That’s sweet but really not necessary. You want coffee?”
Now that she was awake, the percolator on the stove was calling to
her need for caffeine.
    “What’s coffee?” Arka asked.
    Maybe his English wasn’t so good after
all. Gwen tried in Spanish, “café.” The confused
look didn’t change. “Boxha, kaape.” She used one of
the few terms she knew in Yucatan. He smiled and nodded. She climbed
the step and