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lead and shook Dr.
Hanson's hand with a nod. “What are your names?” Enrique
introduced them both. “I have a colleague arriving today. I'd
like you to work under her direction. Her name is Dr. Gwen Kramer.”
Dr. Hanson led them toward the area where Arka had buried the
amethyst skull. His heart beat faster with every step. “I want
you to start two-foot-square string sections here in advance of her
arrival.”
    He gave them a serious stare. “Dr.
Kramer’s father and I worked on many digs together. I've known
her since she was a girl. Without knowing anything, she found amazing
artifacts even as a child. I had to beat many rival intern offers to
get her here. Treat her with utmost respect.” Dr. Hanson
wandered to someone calling to him from another hole.
    Arka cleared the area. A vibration of her life
force emanated from the deeply buried crystal and steadily increased
as he worked, filling him with anticipation. Gwen. Her name
rolled through his mind. The heralding of the skull’s vibration
made him sure Gwen was the Goddess of Moonlight. Would she recognize
him, or had his dreams been the product of his young imagination?
They'd been so real to him. Her blond hair had thickened and
lengthened while her body changed from that of a girl to a woman who
was growing at the same rate as he did. His last dream of her was
etched into his mind.
    She had knelt in the shadow of the moon’s
light. Her delicate hand swirled ripples into a still pool. He'd
nearly been able to see her face reflected in the water when he'd
stepped up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. Instead
of taking his hand and running beside him, the way they usually spent
their time together, she had dropped her head. Her shoulder shook as
if she were weeping. Her hand had risen to his on her shoulder. She
squeezed his hand hard and then shimmered away.
    In a cloud of dust and crunching tires, a Jeep
stopped a few feet from where he knelt. The vibration underground
pounded hard in time with his pulse. He could hear the cry of welcome
the skull let out. The Goddess of Moonlight had arrived. The daughter
of the Moon Goddess, in human form, finally. He tried to see her
through the dust, but the sun setting behind her made it impossible.
    “Gwen … I mean Dr. Kramer,”
Dr. Hanson greeted her.
    “Gwen is good, Arthur. Every time I hear
Dr. Kramer, I look around for my father.” Her voice rolled over
him, heating his blood, and caused more than his heart to pound. She
stepped clear of the Jeep and Arka realized his memory of her tiny
form was correct. When she hugged Dr. Hanson, the top of her head
barely reached his collarbone. Her white-blond hair was in a tight
braid down her back, ending at the curve of her bottom, which was
perfectly displayed in a pair of tan shorts.
    Enrique elbowed him and lifted his eyebrows up
and down. “Goddess is fine, my uncle,” he whispered.
    Arka scowled at him. “Of course she’s
fine. She’s a goddess. No illness would ever come to her.”
    Enrique erupted in laughter and made an
hourglass shape with his hands. “I mean fine .”
    Arka could not agree with his nephew’s
assessment more. His manhood bobbed behind his zipper, making its
opinion of the goddess known as well. Not that he would ever risk the
god’s wrath by saying it out loud. Goddesses were to be
worshipped, not ogled.
    “I can't tell you how happy I am you chose
to join me for your internship. The competition for you was fierce.”
Dr. Hanson seemed on the verge of bursting with excitement.
    Her soft laugher filled the air—even the
birds in the trees quieted to listen. “You know my passion for
Maya, Inca, and Aztec culture. Plus, how could I say no to you. Of
course, the promise of my own dig site helped my decision to come to
Central America.”
    “Would you like to see your new home?”
He lifted his palm to indicate the mobile metal structure a few men
had rolled near where Enrique and Arka were making lines with string
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