Tears burned behind her eyes. Her chest ached. She turned back to her grandfather, a thick lump swelling in her throat. He had so little time. They had so little time left together.

“Gage is right. You deserve to be there. You deserve to be the one to find the gold.”

King’s head relaxed against the pillow, and a smile spread over his face.

They started making plans. Hector had left to tell Velásquez that the treasure had been claimed by the government. By now, Don Arturo understood the gold was gone and there was no reason for him to pursue them.

By the end of the day, the treasure would have been retrieved by government officials. The room below the kitchen wasn’t an archeological site, merely a place where Mayan plunder had been stored. The artifacts would be taken someplace safe where they could be studied.

Which meant tomorrow King could return to the hacienda. But a lot had changed since he had been there. There was a chance he wouldn’t be able to find the gold again or that someone else had been there after he’d left and now it was gone.

Still, Abby couldn’t tamp down her excitement. No way would she be able to sleep.

Pumped full of adrenaline, she returned to the room, went to Gage, slid her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down to hers for a kiss. She pressed soft kisses to the corners of his mouth, the base of his throat, then kissed his lips again. Arousal pressed against the fly of his cargo pants.

Abby smiled and nipped his bottom lip. “Help me get some sleep?”

Gage kissed her long and deep. “My pleasure.” It was warm in the room, but the storm had cooled the outside temperature a little, and the ceiling fan did the rest.

Abby stripped off her clothes and took down her hair, then helped Gage undress, kissing him all the while. The tiny shower wasn’t big enough for both of them, so they took turns. It felt good to be clean again as she led him over to the bed. Gage liked to be in charge, but when he tried to take control, she shook her head.

“Not tonight. Tonight you’re mine.”

His nostrils flared as she nudged him onto the mattress and followed him down. They kissed for a while. No one could kiss like Gage, his lips soft, melding with hers, sinking in, coaxing and teasing, then taking command. She gave herself up to the heady male taste of him as the kiss went deeper, hotter, wetter.

She was on fire by the time she began to move down his beautiful body, her lips skimming over his muscular pecs, his six-pack abs, and flat belly, ringing his navel with her tongue.