“It looks so easy in the movies.” I glanced at my hand. “I want to slow them down, or to piss them off.”
“Everything appears simple in the movies.” Andrew crouched next to me and gently removed the knife from my fingers, then took my hand, turned it up, and pressed his lips against the inside of my wrist. The touch electrified my every nerve and fiber, setting my body on fire. I went still until he released my hand. My mind raced like a herd of wild horses, my fingers pressing onto the spot where Andrew’s lips had brushed against my skin. His lips. Again. On my skin. I was about to combust from being unable to climb onto his lap and cover his mouth with mine.
“You shouldn’t get your hands dirty,” he said firmly, but a tiny flicker of amusement lit his eyes, “but I can.”
With a quick move, he stabbed the knife against the rubber, then slapped the butt of the handle, driving the blade into the tire. Then he walked to the other side and did the same thing.
ChapterTwenty
“You don’t really think I brought Richard’s crew to the waterfall?” William threw open his luggage.
We were sharing a room again at the only B&B in the first village we had passed. Our room was plain, with two double beds, a large nightstand in between, a comfy, stain-free reading chair in a corner, and a possibly working TV. Nothing fancy, but it had a bathroom. It was a clean place, but so different from the Erizo at Las Loma resort. But frankly, I didn’t care. I was glad we were away from Dr. Dickhead. What if we had found Augustine’s loot in the cave? What would have happened? Richard and Brie had armed guards with them, and it didn’t look like they’d brought them for protection from wild animals. I shuddered at that thought.
“I say and do stupid things when I’m drunk,” William continued, “but for your information, I wasn’t drunk yesterday. I only had one glass of rum.”
“One glass too many,” I said, pulling the cosmetics case out of my suitcase.
Thanks to all the Botox, William’s expression was unreadable, but the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. “You were the one who drank a bottle of wine last night,” he retorted.
I slammed the door.
He was right.
I turned on the water, yanked my shirt over my head, and threw it next to my shorts on the floor. Arguing with William wore me out. I didn’t like it. I also was exhausted from wondering how Dr. Dickhead knew where to find us. I was dirty and tired. And horny. A tornado of sexual confusion swirled inside me, destroying any functional thought my mind developed. What was I going to do about Andrew? Was he still interested in me? I shampooed my hair, my nails scratching my scalp.
“Are you mad at me?” William asked from the other side of the shower curtain.
“I have so many other things on my mind that there is simply no room for me to be angry with you. It was my fault for drunk texting you. Brandon just saw it on your phone. The end.”
“You aren’t going to like this,” William said, “but I think you’re wrong about Brandon. I believed him when he whispered that Dr. Garcia works with Richard. This is how they know what we know.”
“I don’t care anymore.” I rinsed my hair. “Let’s forget this.”
He sighed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Something is wrong. You didn’t eat much at dinner.”
While Andrew arranged the lodging, William and I had walked to a food stand and bought beef empanadas and plantain fritters for the three of us. The food tasted great, but I wasn’t particularly hungry. I turned the shower off, and William handed me a towel around the curtain. I dried and then wrapped it around my body.
“Andrew kissed me when we were behind the waterfall.” I stepped out of the bathtub.
“I knew there was something between the two of you.” He pointed his finger at me. “Details.”
I twisted the water out of my long hair. A drop ran down the nape of my neck, and it reminded me of Andrew’s fingers touching there. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, relishing how his soft, warm lips had felt on mine, his hands sliding down my back, fingers pressing against the swell of my backside.
“It was better than I could have ever dreamed,” I said.
“I can believe it.” William dropped the cotton ball he’d used to clean his face into a garbage bin and waved his hand for me to follow him. “Come on. Spill the beans. What else did you guys do?”
In the bedroom, William plopped down on the bed and dropped his phone next to him. I tied a messy bun on top of my head and then out of my luggage I yanked a T-shirt with the words “I don’t need a mood ring. I have a face”, lacy panties, and my sleeping shorts. I dressed in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, holding William’s body cream with a hint of shimmer. “Nothing. Richard ruined the moment.”
“I yelled to warn y’all that he was coming, but you probably didn’t hear me. Wait…” William sat up straight in the bed. “Are you planning to go to his room dressed like that?”
“I’m not planning on going to his room at all,” I lied and slathered a hefty amount of rich body butter on my hands and moisturized my legs, inhaling the soft powdery aroma. Of course, I was planning to see Andrew. But I wanted to look casual, like I didn’t plan to go there, but something came up, and I had to stop by. I just had to come up with thesomething.
“Why not?”
