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always a door.” Nathan looked back at the ceiling. “Unless we just fell through the only one.”
    “Don’t say that.”
    “Do you sense anything? Any clue to where we are?”
    “No.”
    “We’d better start exploring.” They were good at that. The quick memory didn’t startle him as much as the earlier ones had. But he didn’t tell her. She was already sure he was Adam. He still wasn’t certain he hadn’t gotten the memories from Kendall and Raphael. They both had the ability to share things they sensed with others, and most of Nathan’s memories of Adam had come when he was touching one of them. He needed more proof.
    He conducted his own search, briefly admiring the amazing paintings and sketches on the walls, but Kendall was right, there wasn’t a door. “Did you light the torches?”
    “No. They were on when I woke up,” she said. “Someone must have been here recently.”
    They checked the room, carefully prodding each stone. They fell into a rhythm, methodically tapping and listening, studying surfaces. Occasionally he would turn and catch her looking at him. “Is something the matter?” he finally asked.
    “No,” she said, smiling. “Nothing at all. Other than falling through a portal and getting trapped.”
    Nathan smiled in return. “Business as usual.”
    Kendall looked as if he’d said something impressive. “You’re different now,” she said. “You smile, and you’re more . . . open. I can sense more about you. You were blocking me when we first met, weren’t you?”
    He took a moment to answer. “I didn’t want to frighten you off with my thoughts.”
    “You were worried that I’d sense your curse?”
    He was worried that she would see herself in his thoughts. Bloody fool , he chided himself. How could he not be Adam if he’d had memories of her as a child before he even knew anything about Adam? She hadn’t been touching him then. Why the devil was he fighting it so hard? He didn’t want to explain, so he nodded.
    As they searched the room, Nathan grew more concerned about Raphael. Kendall’s wrinkled brows indicated that she was having the same thought.
    “What will we do if we can’t find a way out?” she asked.
    “Jake will find us.” God knows he wouldn’t let Kendall out of his sight for long. That relationship wasn’t something Nathan had expected. If he’d known, he never would have hired Jake to guard her. Nathan looked up at the place from where they’d fallen. “We should check the ceiling for a catch. The Protettori are good with their traps, and someone has obviously been taking care of this place, as they have the temple. This could just be a booby trap.” Though it hadn’t felt like one when he and Kendall had fallen. It hadn’t felt like anything normal.
    “It’s got to be ten feet high,” Kendall said, still kneeling where she’d been checking a stone on the floor. “We’ll never reach it.”
    Nathan reached out a hand to her as she got to her feet. “We might, if you sit on my shoulders like you did in that Mayan pyramid—”
    Kendall squeezed his hand. “You remembered?”
    “You’re touching me. It could be your memories I’m sensing,” he said. “I bet you were thinking about that time, weren’t you?”
    “Yes, but I don’t think that’s what’s happening.” She looked at the ceiling. “Let’s give it a try. We’re running out of options.”
    Nathan bent down so she could climb onto his shoulders. When she didn’t move, he turned. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing. It’s just . . .” Her gaze went to his mouth, and moved quickly down his body. “We’re not kids now.”
    “You think I can’t lift you?” he asked, knowing full well that wasn’t her concern. He knew exactly what she meant. She wasn’t a little girl either. She was a grown woman, a beautiful, sexy woman, and she was getting ready to wrap her legs around his neck. “Come on. Let’s do this. Raphael’s waiting.”
    She put one leg over his