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“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his voice gentle.

  Just the sound of his voice enabled her to relax a little. “No,” she whispered.

  “Then come here and let me keep the dark away from you.”

  She felt his hand on her arm, urging her closer, then she was enfolded in arms so strong that nothing could ever make her afraid while they held her. He cradled her against his side, tucking her head into the hollow of his shoulder. With a touch so light that it could have been the brush of a butterfly’s wings, he kissed the top of her head. “Good night, honey,” he whispered.

  “Good night,” she said in return.

  Long after he was asleep, Jane lay in his arms with her eyes open, though she could see nothing. Her heart was pounding in her chest with a slow, heavy rhythm, and her insides felt jittery. It wasn’t fear that kept her awake, but a churning emotion that shifted everything inside her. She knew exactly what was wrong with her. For the first time in too many years, everything was right with her.

  She’d learned to live her life with a shortage of trust. No matter that she’d learned to enjoy herself and her freedom; there had always been that residual caution that kept her from letting a man get too close. Until now she’d never been strongly enough attracted to a man for the attraction to conquer the caution…. Until now. Until Grant. And now the attraction had become something much stronger. The truth stunned her, yet she had to accept it: she loved him. She hadn’t expected it, though for two days she had felt it tugging at her. He was harsh and controlled, badtempered, and his sense of humor was severely underdeveloped, but he had gently washed the snake’s blood from her, held her hand during the night, and had gone out of his way to make their trek easier for her. He wanted her, but he hadn’t taken her because she wasn’t ready. She was afraid of the dark, so he held her in his arms. Loving him was at once the easiest and most difficult thing she’d ever done.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ONCE AGAIN HE AWOKE to find her cuddled on top of him, but this time it didn’t bother him that he had slept peacefully through the night. Sliding his hands up her back, he accepted that his normally keen instincts weren’t alarmed by her because there was absolutely no danger in her except perhaps the danger of her driving him crazy. She managed to do that with every little sway of her behind. Reveling in the touch of her all along his body, he moved his hands down, feeling her slenderness, the small ribs, the delicate spine, the enticing little hollow at the small of her back, then the full, soft mounds of her buttocks. He cupped his palms over them, kneading her with his fingers. She muttered and shifted against him, brushing at a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. Her eyelashes fluttered, then closed completely once more.

  He smiled, enjoying the way she woke up. She did it by slow degrees, moaning and grousing while still more asleep than awake, frowning and pouting, and moving against him as if trying to sink herself deeper into him so she wouldn’t have to wake up at all. Then her eyes opened, and she blinked several times, and as quickly as that the pout faded from her lips and she gave him a slow smile that would have melted stone.

  “Good morning,” she said, and yawned. She stretched, then abruptly froze in place. Her head came up, and she stared at him in stupefaction. “I’m on top of you,” she said blankly.

  “Again,” he confirmed.

  “Again?”

  “You slept on top of me the night before last, too. Evidently my holding you while you sleep isn’t enough; you think you have to hold me down.”

  She slithered off him, sitting up in the tent and straightening her twisted, wrinkled clothing. Color burned in her face. “I’m sorry. I know it can’t have been very comfortable for you.”

  “Don’t apologize. I’ve enjoyed it,” he drawled. “If you really want to make it up to me, though, we’ll reverse positions tonight.”

  Her breath caught and she stared at him in the dim light, her eyes soft and melting. Yes. Everything in her agreed. She wanted to belong to him; she wanted to know everything about his body and let him know everything about hers. She wanted to tell him, but she didn’t know how to put it into words. A crooked smile crossed his face; then he sat up and reached for his boots, thrusting his feet into them and lacing them up. Evidently he took her silence for a refusal, because he dropped the subject and began the task of breaking camp.

  “We have enough food for one more meal,” he said as they finished eating. “Then I’ll have to start hunting.”

  She didn’t like that idea. Hunting meant that he’d leave her alone for long stretches of time. “I don’t mind a vegetarian diet,” she said hopefully.

  “Maybe it won’t come to that. We’ve been gradually working our way out of the mountains, and unless I miss my guess we’re close to the edge of the forest. We’ll probably see fields and roads today. But we’re going to avoid people until I’m certain it’s safe, okay?”

  She nodded in agreement.

  Just as he’d predicted, at midmorning they came abruptly to the end of the jungle. They stood high on a steep cliff, and stretched out below them was a valley with cultivated fields, a small network of roads, and a cozy village situated at the southern end. Jane blinked at the suddenly brilliant sunlight. It was like stepping out of one century into another. The valley looked neat and prosperous, reminding her that Costa Rica was the most highly developed country in Central America, despite the thick tangle of virgin rain forest at her back.

  “Oh,” she breathed. “Wouldn’t it be nice to sleep in a bed again?”

  He grunted an absent reply, his narrowed eyes sweeping the valley for any sign of abnormal activity. Jane stood beside him, waiting for him to make his decision.

  It was made for them. Abruptly he grabbed her arm and jerked her back into the sheltering foliage, dragging her to the ground behind a huge bush just as a helicopter suddenly roared over their heads. It was flying close to the ground, following the tree line; she had only a glimpse of it before it was gone, hidden by the trees. It was a gunship, and had camouflage paint.

  “Did you see any markings?” she asked sharply, her nails digging into his skin.

  “No. There weren’t any.” He rubbed his stubbled jaw. “There’s no way of telling who it belonged to, but we can’t take any chances. Now we know that we can’t just walk across the valley. We’ll work our way down, and try to find more cover.”

  If anything, the terrain was even more difficult now. They were at the edge of a volcanic mountain range, and the land had been carved with a violent hand. It seemed to be either straight up, or straight down. Their pace was agonizingly slow as they worked their way down rocky bluffs and up steep gorges. When they stopped to eat, they had covered less than one-fourth the length of the valley, and Jane’s legs ached as they hadn’t since the wild run through the jungle the first day.

  Right on schedule, just as they finished eating, they heard the boom of thunder. Grant looked around for shelter, considering every outcropping of rock. Then he pointed. “I think that’s a cave up there. If it is we’ll be in high cotton.”

  “What?” Jane asked, frowning.

  “Sitting pretty,” he explained. “Luxurious accommodations, in comparison to what we’ve had.”

  “Unless it’s already occupied.”

  “That’s why you’re going to wait down here while I check it out.” He moved up the fern-covered wall of the gorge, using bushes and vines and any other toehold he could find. The gorge itself was narrow and steep, enclosing them on all four sides. Its shape gave a curious clarity to the calls of the innumerable birds that flitted among the trees like living Christmas decorations, all decked out in their iridescent plumage. Directly overhead was a streak of sky, but it consisted of rolling black clouds instead of the clear blue that she’d seen only moments before.

  Grant reached the cave, then immediately turned and waved to her. “Come on up; it’s clear! Can you make it?”

  “Have I failed yet?” she quipped, starting the climb, but she’d had to force the humo