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Contents ( 41)
  1. CHAPTER ONE
  2. CHAPTER TWO
  3. CHAPTER THREE
  4. CHAPTER FOUR
  5. CHAPTER FIVE
  6. CHAPTER SIX
  7. CHAPTER SEVEN
  8. CHAPTER EIGHT
  9. CHAPTER NINE
  10. CHAPTER TEN
  11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  12. CHAPTER TWELVE
  13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  19. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  20. CHAPTER TWENTY
  21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  30. CHAPTER THIRTY
  31. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  40. EPILOGUE
  41. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

“Wow.” On the walkway again I watched rain sluicing off the roof to the ground beyond us.

“Mariana said that the sun took a vacation last week. But she thinks this should pass soon.”

“Seems like a great time to take a nap, since we can’t sightsee.”

“They do a jungle walk at six and another at eight.”

“We’ll be looking for a different kind of wildlife about then.”

Maybe Teo really had told Mariana a quiet room would be best, because she’d given us one so far from the lobby that at one point we had to backtrack and read more signs. But when we finally reached the correct walkway, I was delighted. Our room faced jungle, and the walkway in front of it, with two plastic chairs, wasn’t shared by another room. The key was in the lock.

The resort billed itself as ecotourism. In keeping with that, the room was not luxurious, but it was spacious and clean, built from a wood that gleamed with a golden luster. And while the room contained nothing remotely resembling technology, there were a couple of outlets and a small area where we could hang clothes. A wide-bladed ceiling fan lazily churned the air and was as close to air-conditioning as we would get.

The bed took up half the room. And there was one. No sofa bed to retreat to tonight. “Again,” I said, “they only had one room when I made the reservation.”

Teo gave his suitcase a push and it rolled to the wall. He put his arms around me and slipped off my backpack. “One room is perfect.”

“So what should we do while it’s raining? I can’t imagine bird-watching.”

He brushed my hair back from my forehead and kissed it. Then my nose, an earlobe, another, my cheek and finally, my lips.

“Do you remember how good sex was before everything happened?”

I felt warmth flooding through me that had nothing to do with rain forest heat. Suddenly my knees refused to lock. “How could I forget?” I saw what he wanted to say, but couldn’t.

“You were afraid things might be different because of the missing leg.” I kissed him gently and smoothed my hands under his shirt to feel the solid expanse of his back. “Things are different, Teo. You are so remarkable. I want you more than I did then, even if I don’t deserve you. Don’t you know I love you?”

I put a finger on his lips when he started to speak. “You don’t have to say a thing. Whatever love means? It definitely means good sex will be great sex. I am so thankful you’re back in my life. Just don’t let me blow it this time, okay?”

He smiled a little, then he reached for the hem of my T-shirt and slowly eased it over my head. I returned the favor, then I unhooked my bra and tossed it to my feet so I could feel his body, skin to skin.