She smiled as she grabbed both
packs. Once he’d filled the tank with gas and remounted, she climbed on the
bike behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He put the Indian into gear and they took off in a cloud of
dust, heading south toward Chichen Itza.
* * * * *
Night had fallen by the time Asher found a cave where they
could rest for the night. He figured they were roughly fifty miles north of
their destination. There was no point in showing up for a fight and being so
exhausted they couldn’t lift a gun. At least, that’s the argument Asher gave
Nancy when she tried to insist they press on right away.
Nancy had said the ritual sacrifices back in San Lorenzo had
taken place just after dark. It was logical to assume that it would be the same
in Chichen Itza, so it was unlikely they could save anyone this night. Not that
he believed Robyn was even in the ancient ruins, but he’d rather show up the
next day before the sacrifice than for Nancy to find her sister dead and know
she’d been an hour too late. Hopefully, the element of surprise would give them
some advantage over the demons.
Though little more than an outcropping of large rocks, the
cave would provide some shelter. He saw Nancy shivering in the cold of the
desert night, and he decided to risk lighting a fire in order to keep them
warm.
Nancy curled up against his side, and he closed his eyes.
“Ash?” she said.
He loved the way her voice sounded low and sensuous against
his neck. He could feel her warm breath on his skin just below his ear and his
shaft responded. “Yeah?”
“Are you going to make love to me or not?”
His eyes popped open and he found her looking up at him with
wide, deep eyes. “I didn’t think you’d want to.” He didn’t know how to explain
his thoughts regarding her sister’s possible proximity and not wanting sex. Now
that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking. Finally, he
just said, “I thought you might be too tired.”
“Tomorrow we’re going to invade a demon lair and will
probably be killed. I figure waiting for a better time would be foolish.” She
smiled when she said it, but her words held a lot of truth.
Sitting up, he ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t look
at her, but kept his eyes on the fire. “I don’t want to be the kind of man who
turns down such a generous and beautiful offer, Nance. And don’t misunderstand,
I want you. I want you so bad that I ache with it.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
She sat up and leaned her back against the rock, watching
him warily.
“Why now, Nance?”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at her, and she turned away for a moment before
meeting his eyes again. “For five years we’ve been friends. Great friends.
We’ve worked side by side to help build a community at Teotihuacan. I would do
anything for you. I think you’ve known from the beginning that this,” he
indicated the two of them, “is what I’ve wanted all these years.”
She smiled and blushed a little. “I still don’t understand.”
“Why now?”
“Why not?” she countered. Her voice rose and the deep sexy
sound was replaced with belligerence.
“That’s no answer. You’ve never given me any indication that
you were the least bit attracted to me until yesterday. I want to know what
changed. Or has nothing changed, and if we survive the next few days, will you
pretend that none of this ever happened between us? Because I can guarantee
you, I cannot go back to just being a good friend. I wish I was that noble, but
I’m only human.”
He turned away and stared at the fire.
Her hand touched his shoulder, but he still didn’t turn.
“I feel like an idiot,” he said.
“No, Ash. I’m sorry. This is my fault. I am attracted to
you. I guess that yesterday was the first time that I really looked at you. And
maybe nearly dying made me take that look, but believe me when I tell you, I’m
very attracted to you. If we live, I could never
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