“Lovers don’t get carried,” Rachael reminded. His ear was close to her face so she leaned forward and nibbled. “Only brides do.”

“Well then, consider yourself married. And stop doing that thing with your teeth because I’m having one hell of a reaction to it.”

“That sounds like it has possibilities. But I’ve been thinking. Why wouldn’t some horrible reptile have discovered your handiwork and made a little nest inside your cave? If I were an alligator I’d be happy to use your hideaway. And if you came to visit, all to the good. Meals are hard to come by sometimes.”

He laughed. “You have no faith, woman. I put in a plug to keep the creatures out. I unfastened the locks and opened the door, that’s why we were in the tube so long.”

“You didn’t close the door.”

“I’m taking you to high ground first. That’s the gentleman in me.”

She nuzzled his neck. “I do appreciate it, Rio, I really do, but in this one instance, I’ll be happy to sort of stand here while you go back and secure the tube. I’m not ready for visitors yet, especially reptilian ones.”

Rio caught the little tremor in her voice. “I’ll do that immediately, Rachael. We’re already in the cavern. Fortunately we’re back far enough and the cave opens up into a wide chamber here so we can light a lamp. I brought several with me over a period of time.” He set her down on a flat surface.

Rachael waited anxiously while he lit one of the lamps and hooked it above their heads for maximum coverage. She looked around her. The chamber was fairly large. Roots protruded and water dripped continually from several walls. There was no sign of alligators. Rio had quite a supply of items in the cave.

There was a large plastic container she assumed was waterproof inside a cage of roots. She could see there were several blankets and one of his many medical kits inside. She was sitting on a flat slab of stone. It was the only rock she could see in the entire cave. The floor around the walls was damp, but most of the water ran back toward the river. Rio had hollowed out a ditch to keep the water from dampening the floor of the cave.

“So what do you think?” Rio returned, soaking wet, sweeping his hair back with careless fingers. “Not too bad.”

“I think it’s wonderful,” Rachael said. She was soaked and uncomfortable. She looked down at the shirt and realized it didn’t do her much good. As wet as her shirt was, it was nearly transparent. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get out of these clothes. You should too, Rio.”