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having to pine away for some female. It would be too much pain and suffering for any being to bear.

Four

    January 25, 1993. Save Ashli. Take Two
    A day off! A day off! Ashli stretched in her warm bed, savoring her soft, velvety pink sheets. The morning sunlight sieved through her wispy white curtains. It was heavenly to get up after the sunrise for once. Granted, Mexican winters were pretty nice compared to most places, but the shorter days and rising before dawn took its toll on her spirits.
    She rolled over and looked at the clock—8:00 a.m. She reached for her phone on the nightstand and stared at the thing. No, Ashli. You promised. Fernando can handle one day by himself. It’s just making coffee, not performing brain surgery.
    She blew out a steady breath, knowing how badly she needed this. She hadn’t had a day off in over a year, and that day didn’t really count. She’d been in bed with the flu and simply hadn’t opened the café.
    Fortunately, however, her workaholic tendencies had little to do with money. Her parents’ insurance had seen to the basics, but keeping that café alive felt like keeping them alive.
    She and her parents had come to Tulum for a family vacation when she was eighteen. They lived in Miami for years and the beach had always been a part of their lives—playtime, summertime, exercise time. But her parents instantly fell in love with Tulum’s rustic charm and virgin white beaches. Then her parents did the unthinkable. They quit their high-paying jobs as lawyers, moved to Tulum, and opened a café. Café Cielito Lindo or “Beautiful Little Sky.” Ashli had gone off to college that year at the University of Michigan to study marketing, but she came for visits every chance she got, and the café became her second home. When she graduated, she planned to spend the summer there, then return to the States where she’d already landed a job in Chicago. That was three years ago. Three long years ago when everything changed in a heartbeat. Her life, her future, everything.
    Tulum was her home now. Always would be.
    Ashli slipped from bed and pulled back the curtains, gazing appreciatively at the view of the tropical turquoise waves and soft, powdery white sand. No. She’d never leave. Not for anything.
    A jog sounds wonderful.

    Máax arrived at Ashli’s café to inconveniently discover she was off for the day. Seemed many of her regulars were also disappointed by the news. Nearly every godsdamned male who passed through the door asked for her.
    Máax stomped out his spark of jealousy. You idiot. You do not want her. Even if you want her. That’s the bond speaking.
    Máax waited until the young man working the counter went outside to deliver a cappuccino. He slipped behind the register and dug around, quickly finding Ashli’s home address on a sheet of emergency contacts, along with her phone number. Bingo.
    Máax silently made his way out the door and started down the palm tree–lined, dusty, narrow road that ran for miles along the beach. Yeah, that road. The one where Ashli was to die in about a week. Of course, he would change all that today. Just as soon as he found her. Not that it should be hard. There wasn’t much to this tiny beach community except for a few small—
    “Ya viene el fin del mundo! Arrepiéntanse ahora! Ya viene el fin del mundo! Arrepiéntanse ahora!” A small, beat-up truck with a megaphone strapped to the roof sped down the dirt road, blaring, “The end of the world is coming. Repent now!”
    Thanks, assholes. Like I needed the reminder.
    Anyway, where was he? Oh yeah. There wasn’t much to the tiny community apart from a few eco-resorts, the kind with huts instead of hotels, and—
    “Ya viene el fin del mundo! Arrepiéntanse ahora! Ya viene el fin del mundo! Arrepiéntanse ahora!” The truck had made a U-turn.
    “Oh. Come on!” Máax yelled. “I’m on it, okay?” Motherfuckers.
    So instead of hotels, there were several small communities of private