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He said he was sorry and wanted to talk. Which could be interpreted in any number of ways. I ve been in this business long enough to know that what people say and what they mean are often two different things. His text was as cryptic as he is. I don t trust him, especially because he sent it just hours after we fought. Nobody cools down that quickly. He wants something, and I bet I know what it is. You don t think he Let s not talk about him anymore. Come on. He untangled himself from her. I m getting hungry. I know you must be, too, with a little Andretti growing inside you. It s an hour and a half before sunrise, which gives us just enough time to get to the escarpment and enjoy our breakfast, without hurrying. I don t want you to miss it. He took one last glance at her before taking the lead again. You sure you don t want anything to eat before we continue? I m fine, baby. I ll let you know if I get hungry. She placed her hand in his and fell into step beside him. They hiked silently again, following elephant and buffalo trails waiting patiently as they grazed then moving on to observe zebras and elands playing on the lush green meadow along the way, and leopards on mounds, scouting for food that was in high supply because of the great migration season. At the summit of a small hill, they pulled out their binoculars and looked out along the flat plains at a pride of lions enjoying the prey they d probably killed during the night. It looks like a wildebeest, Mass said. Poor bastard had no idea that when he crossed the Mara River from Tanzania, he d never leave Kenya. The circle of life, my dear. The circle of life. No time was it more true for Massimo than at the present with the remains of his beloved Jabari clutched against his chest as he carried him to his final resting place, and his wife walking beside him, carrying their unborn child deep in the secret safety of her womb. Oh my gosh! Mass. I ve never seen anything so indescribably beautiful. He had. Shaina was the most indescribably beautiful creature he d ever seen. Massimo set his coffee mug down on the flat surface of the plateau, picked up the urn and the folded blanket he d brought with him, and went to stand behind Shaina who was leaning against the narrow trunk of an acacia tree. He set the urn at her feet and wrapped his arms about her as they gazed off into the woodlands that extended to the banks of the Mara River, separating the borders of Tanzania and Kenya. A herd of buffalos and zebras picked their way carefully through the crocodile- infested water hoping to reach Kenya, while hippos just floated lazily in the cool comfort of the water, and pearly clouds like bales of silk hovered overhead. Even though nature was putting on a spectacular parade for human viewing pleasure, Mass knew that the phenomenon that had triggered Shaina s outburst was the vast array of colors, ranging from soft pink to the deepest cerise with orange, yellow, purple and blue in between splattered across the horizon, melting sky and earth and water together. The sun was about to make its initial appearance above the horizon the moment Mass had been waiting for. He snaked his hands up under Shaina s shirt and undershirt, and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistline of her safari pants. She stiffened and turned her head. What are you ? Shh. Don t take your eyes off the sunrise, or you ll miss it. She shivered as he pulled her pants and her panties down to her ankles. He bent down and, lifting one of her legs, he freed her foot from the restrictions of the garment. On his way up, he used one hand to position the folded blanket against the tree trunk and the other to rid himself of his pants. He d come commando, and his erection gave him a hearty good morning slap on the stomach. Mass, Shaina called in a broken whisper as he pushed her chest against the trunk cushioned by the blanket, and spread her legs apart. God, she was so damned desirable. Keep your eyes on the horizon, he told her again as she looked back at him, her eyes wide with disbelief, passion, and apprehension. Hold this. He placed the urn in the crook of her arm and pressed his chest into her back, trapping her between him and the tree. He didn t want her coming before him, so giving her something to think about other than the fiery [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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