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started to lift her arms, to fold them over herself, because the way he was looking at her frightened her a little. But he turned abruptly and started out.
    “I’ll get some branches,” he said tersely. “We’ll need something to keep us from getting filthy if we have to stay here very long.”
    While he was gone, Melissa stripped off her blouse and wrung it out. It didn’t help much, but it did remove some of the moisture. She dabbed at her hair and pushed the strands away from her face, knowing that she must look terrible.
    Diego came back minutes later with some wild-banana leaves and palm branches that he spread on the ground to make a place to sit. He was wetter than ever, because the rain was still coming down in torrents.
    “Our pursuers are going to find this weather difficult to track us through,” he mused as he pulled a cigarette lighter from his pocket and managed to light a small cheroot. He eased back on one elbow to smoke it, studying Melissa with intent appreciation. She’d put the blouse back on, but even though it was a little drier, her breasts were still blatantly visible through it.
    “I guess they will,” she murmured, answering him.
    “It embarrasses you,
niña,
for me to look at you so openly?” he asked quietly.
    “I don’t have much experience…” She faltered, blushing.
    He blew out a thick cloud of smoke while his eyes made a meal of her. It was madness to allow himself that liberty, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. She was untouched, and her eyes were shyly worshipful as she looked at his body. He wanted more than anything to touch her, to undress her slowly and carefully, to show her the delight of making love. His heart began to throb as he saw images of them together on the makeshift bedding, her body receptive to his, open to his possession.
    Melissa was puzzled by his behavior. He’d always been so correct when they’d been together, but he wasn’t bothering to disguise his interest in her body, and the look on his face was readable even to a novice.
    “Why did you become a mercenary?” she asked, hoping to divert him.
    He shrugged. “It was a question of finances. We were desperate, and my father was unable to face the degradation of seeking work after having had money all his life. I had a reckless nature, and I enjoyed the danger of combat. After I served in the army, I heard of a group that needed a small-arms expert for some ‘interesting work.’ I applied.” He smiled in reminiscence. “It was an exciting time, but once or twice I had a close call. The others slowly drifted away to other occupations, other callings, but I continued. And then I began to slow down, and there was a mistake that almost cost me my life.” He lifted the cheroot to his lips. “I had enough wealth by then not to mind settling down to a less demanding lifestyle. I came home.”
    “Do you miss it?” she asked softly, studying his handsome face.
    “On occasion. There were good times. A special feeling of camaraderie with men who faced death with me.”
    “And women, I guess,” she said hesitantly, her face more expressive than she realized.
    His black eyes ran over her body like hands, slow and steady and frankly possessive. “And women,” he said quietly. “Are you shocked?”
    She swallowed, lowering her eyes. “I never imagined that you were a monk, Diego.”
    He felt himself tautening as he watched her, longed for her. The rain came harder, and she jumped as a streak of lightning burst near the temple and a shuddering thunderclap followed it.
    “The lightning comes before the noise,” he reminded her. “One never hears the fatal flash.”
    “How encouraging,” she said through her teeth. “Do you have any more comforting thoughts to share?”
    He smiled faintly as he put out the cheroot and laid it to one side. “Not for the moment.”
    He took her by the shoulders and laid her down against the palms and banana leaves, his lean hands on the buttons of her