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thinking of staying here for a couple of days,” Tobin said, and she nearly yelped. “Enjoy the rain forest. Visit the waterfall.”
    What did Tobin want with a waterfall? She needed to get out of here, now!
    Rodrigo beamed. “Yes, you can stay. Visit the waterfall, interact with my people. Learn our ways. It’s a fascinating culture. A small but important one.”
    “Do I get to wear a loincloth?”
    Tobin was joking, but that didn’t stop a little spike of heat from shooting through her body. Tobin in a loincloth… A little flap of fabric in front, two bare cheeks behind, round and tight. A sight for sore eyes.
    Rodrigo launched into his favorite subject: finding a way to help his tribe move into the modern era while preserving traditional ways. In the short time she’d been in Panama, she’d heard a lot about indigenous groups and NGOs fighting for rights and representation, and Rodrigo seemed a true champion of the cause. A cause she could admire — except the part about keeping her hostage. She let her eyes drift over the village. How did they stand to benefit — or suffer — from TeleCel getting the antenna bid?
    “Señorita! Señorita!”
The kids came running up and towed her away to show her some kind of game with sticks and leaves. Amazing how creative kids without video games and TV could be.
    She didn’t notice that her right hand was still clasping Tobin’s — tight — until the kids pulled her away. There was a little tug and she glanced back at him. His eyes held hers like a spotlight, like all the impressions around him had faded away and it was just her. He had that crooked grin on that gave him a look halfway between star-struck and scheming.
    Then the kids tugged again, and long after she slipped away, her fingers wiggled, wishing for his.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Tobin watched as a couple of girls came along and hooked Cara into what sounded like a word game of some kind. They’d point to something, say a word, and wait for her to repeat it so they could collapse into giggles, then point again. Their language was nothing like Spanish; it was full of hard sounds and guttural stops, and even Cara seemed to have trouble replicating the sounds. The best part was watching her giggle and laugh along. Watching her cock her head to listen, work her lips around the foreign syllables, and laugh again as the kids rolled in laughter all around her.
    Cara. One of those people who was beautiful inside and outside. Any side, really.
    Someone stole up to Tobin’s elbow. Rodrigo. Again.
    “Your wife, eh? I didn’t see a ring.”
    Tobin rubbed a thumb against the finger where the engagement ring used to sit, a long time ago. “We left them at home. Didn’t want something that precious stolen while we’re traveling.”
    Rodrigo watched him like a snake. “Have you been married long?”
    “Not long,” Tobin whispered. “Not long at all.” When he realized a couple of too-quiet seconds had ticked by and Rodrigo was still watching him, he cleared his throat roughly and turned his stare on Rodrigo, thinking thoughts like
Mine. Not leaving her. Ever.
He kept it up until Rodrigo dropped his eyes to the dirt and started digging with the tip of his bare toe.
    That was more like it.
    “You mess with my wife, man…” he growled, letting the threat trail off. It wasn’t an act, either, except maybe for the
wife
part.
    Rodrigo raised his hands quickly. “No one will harm her here, your wife.”
    Now, why did his chest go all warm when people called Cara his wife? Maybe because that was supposed to be the way it was. The way they belonged.
    Except it hadn’t quite worked out that way.
    “Better not,” Tobin shot back, though he’d already figured as much. But the village had some kind of hidden agenda, that was for sure.
    He looked Rodrigo up and down. His wiry body and copper skin were just like those of the other villagers, but his perfect English and steel-rimmed glasses said this