Page 38 of Depths of Destruction
He angrily says, "I don't sleep with married women."
Crap. He's pissed.
"I'm sorry," I repeat, "What about you? Have you ever been married?"
"A long time ago."
"What happened?"
He raises his eyebrows. "We were young. I was in the Marines and always gone. She cheated on me."
My pulse quickens. "You're joking, right? To get me back?"
"No."
Way to screw up.
I straddle him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
He puts his finger over my lips. "It's okay. It was a long time ago. You didn't know. Sorry I got upset."
"You don't have anything to apologize for."
A grunting snort fills the air, and I jump. "What is that?"
Andre puts his hand on his gun and his other arm around me. "Probably a jaguar."
And I was going to leave by myself.
I stroke his head. "Hey. Thank you for coming with me."
"You don't have to thank me."
"I do. You're going to lose a lot from this, aren't you?"
His jaw clenches. "Lose is only one way to look at it."
"What do you mean?"
His eyes flicker from the light of the fire. "Maybe there's a lot to gain."
Flutters take off in my stomach. The concept of Andre and me after this is over is something I've not had a chance to consider, but every part of me wants it to be possible.
I lean in to kiss him; the stirring in my loins once again leaves me breathless and wanting more. But I don't even know where home will be. I never expected to be in this situation. I can't go back to Belize right now, and I'm scared I may never be able to. I've never lived anywhere else and don't know where we are going or if I would even fit into his life outside of Belize.
"So, where are we going?" I ask.
"Omoa, Honduras."
"Why there?"
"An old Marine buddy of mine lives there. He'll be able to get you a passport."
"Where are we going after Omoa?"
"I'm not sure yet."
Panic fills me. I sit up straighter. "Then how will Emilia and I meet up?"
