Kay David: Not Without The Truth

He put aside his concerns, his attention diverted by her clothing.

She’d dressed as he’d instructed but something didn’t seem right about her pants.

Seeing his puzzled expression, she tugged on one baggy leg. “Recognize them?”

He frowned and looked closer, then raised his eyes to hers. “Are those mine?”

She grinned. “Zue stole them for me. I didn’t have anything else.”

“They fit you a lot differently than they fit me.”

“Thank goodness they do,” she said. “If they didn’t, I’d be worried.”

He started to argue. If she hadn’t looked so great, he wouldn’t have been quite as distracted as he now found himself. Forcing his eyes away from her curves, he tried to concentrate on the upcoming task. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” She set her tea cup and saucer on the nearby patio table. “I’ve been up since daylight. I guess I’m nervous.”

“You might be in for an unpleasant time,” he warned. “Do you understand?”

“I do,” she said, “but it doesn’t matter. I need to see.”

He hadn’t expected to convince her otherwise, but he’d had to try. “All right, then. Let’s go.”

She grabbed her bag and they set off toward the barn. He’d told Zue last night to see that the BMW was ready and the tank topped off, and as always, she’d followed his instructions to the letter. Leaning just inside the opened doors, the bike was ready, the bags packed with water bottles and food.

Behind him, Lauren stopped. “Hey! I thought you said we had to hike—”

“I said it was a half-day hike. I didn’t say we had to go that way.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair here. We could break down, we could have an accident, we could be ambushed…a million things could happen to us, all of them bad. If you didn’t have the strength to walk out on your own, then you weren’t prepared. I don’t operate that way.”

He expected her to argue, but her gaze narrowed and she stared at him instead. “You’re right,” she conceded. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

He nodded once, then threw one leg over the seat. She joined him, and a moment later, they headed for the jungle.

LAUREN WOULD HAVE CUT OUT her tongue before she complained but she was definitely relieved when Armando slowed the powerful cycle. For more than an hour, they’d been riding over what was basically a path, and she was ready to take a break. Every rut and bump had made itself known and she was aching in ways she’d never before experienced. Even worse than the roughness of the ride, however, was the impact of Armando’s nearness. She wasn’t accustomed to the sensations he was creating within her and she didn’t know how to deal with them.

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