Wild Rain
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“Are you even listening to me? Does any of this make sense to you? Because it doesn’t make a bit of sense to me. What do you know about me other than I have a million-dollar price on my head? And some leopard man is running around trying to kill me. And I may or may not be part of a species I didn’t know existed until a couple of days ago. That’s it. That’s what you know, yet you’re ready to spend your life with me. Is that normal, Rio? Do you think people really react that way?”
“What’s normal,sestrilla, and why does there even have to be a normal for us? If you aren’t one of my people I still want to share your life.” He touched her tear-wet face. “This should never happen, not because you think you’re falling in love with me.”
“Don’t sound happy about it, Rio. Do you think it’s going to end happily? How can it? They won’t stop with one killer. They’ll send another and another until one of them kills you or me or both of us.”
He kissed her. It was the only thing he could think to do, tasting her tears, feeling her terror. Not for herself but for him. She melted into him the way he was coming to know, every bit as hungry as he was. Feeding on his mouth. Committing to him with her body when she wasn’t ready to do so with words. And that was all right with him. He tasted her complete acceptance of him. Felt it in her response. She simply surrendered everything she was into his keeping and just as wholly made her own demands.
Rachael leaned her head against his chest with a small sigh. “I’m not going to think about it anymore, Rio. Let’s just see where it all takes us.” She rubbed his jaw with the heel of her hand. “Did you find him?”
“He was not from our area. I’ m guessing South America. He was definitely one of our species. Have you ever been to South America, Rachael?”
“You’re not very good at sounding casual when you really want to know something, Rio,” she reprimanded. “I was born in South America. I spent the first four years of my life there. We immigrated to the United States. My father, well, he’s really not my birth father but to me he was my father, was born in South America and lived there most of his life, just as my mother had, but he had a lot of family in the United States.”
“You have a stepfather?”
“Had. He’s dead. He and my mother were murdered. And he was my father as far as I’m concerned. I loved him very much and he treated me as if I were his own flesh and blood. My brother too. He couldn’t have been better to us.”
There was defiance in her voice. She stirred as if she wanted to get away from him. Rio began to repack the boxes carefully, trying not to look at her so it would be easier when he asked her questions.
“Rachael, is it possible you did something to anger the elders of your people? Maybe inadvertently committed a crime against your people that might earn you banishment or the death penalty?”
She looked up sharply, eyes flashing fire, but Rio only glanced at her and then away, deliberately not engaging in a staring match. “I don’t have people. I’m not a different species.”
“How do you explain your ability to see in the dark? The fact that mosquitoes avoid you? Your heightened sexual awareness and the different emotions you’ve been experiencing?” he asked gently as he snapped the lid on the box and replaced it in the cage of roots.
“There are perfectly acceptable explanations. My good eating habits could account for great eyesight and lack of mosquito bites. And you’re responsible for my heightened sexual awareness and my moods.
You parade around naked half the time, what do you expect?”
He grinned at her. “Getting a little moody on me now, aren’t you?” He held out his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?”
“Home. We’re going home. I’m going to teach you how to live here, Rachael, and whatever happens, we’ll just deal with it.”
She took his hand, weaving her fingers through his. “You do realize I haven’t got a stitch on.”
He leaned forward to press his lips against her breast, his tongue teasing her nipple. “I did notice, yes.
I’ve got clothes in a waterproof bag so we can get out of the river and be dry.”
“Isn’t it daylight? Someone might see us.”
“Most people along the river aren’t going to care whether we have clothes on or not.” He drew her breast into the warmth of his mouth, his hands moving over her body with possession, with desire. He pressed a kiss against her throat, her chin, the corner of her mouth. “Let’s get you home. I have a bathtub.” He turned off the lamp, plunging the cave into darkness.
“No, you don’t. I looked for a bathtub.” She found his hand. “You’re trying to bribe me and it isn’t going to work.”
“You didn’t look in the right places. I have a tub I fill with hot water when I want to soak an injury.
Most of the time I use the cold shower, but I’ve got a tub.”
The water swirled around her ankles, rose to her calf. “My brother did things, bad things, Rio.” There in the blackness, underground where no one could overhear them, she confessed. “I can’t go to the police because they’d arrest him. I’d never do that to him. I love him. So I had no choice but to leave.”
He recognized the enor mity of her confidence in him. He slipped his arm around her waist. “What kinds of bad things, Rachael?”