it with me."
His words washed over her, stirring her anger. "And you didn't bother to tell me!" She shoved away from him.
"I told you I would keep it safe. Everyone would be working all day in the temple. The only logical way I could keep it safe was to take it with me. When I’m in camp, I will leave it where we put it last night."
"What if I’d wanted to examine it?"
"Is that why you've been rummaging through my things?"
She was glad he couldn't see her face that flamed. He obviously had seen her looking at his personal belongings. "Yes, I was looking for the artifact."
"You knew where I had hidden it."
Of course, he had to be logical about it. “How long were you standing in the entrance?” she asked.
"Why were you looking for the knife?" Guerrero stepped back, ignoring her question.
She took in a calming breath to quiet her galloping heartbeat. "We were discussing it at dinner. We wanted to look at it.”
"We?"
"Ramon, Mario, and me."
He retrieved her flashlight on the floor then produced the eccentric flint wrapped carefully and stored in a pouch slung over his shoulder. "Here."
She took the artifact. Her interest in it dimmed in the wake of the sensations that sprang up between them whenever they were together in close quarters. No matter what budding feelings she tried to suppress, she was interested in Guerrero. She had to get a hold of herself and quickly. "Were you successful?" she asked, remembering why he had been gone all day.
"I brought back eight additional Mayans to work the site."
She smiled. "Good. They’ll be a great asset removing the blockage in the tunnel and any other obstacles we find," she said, relieved at least one of her problems was solved for the time being. Now all she had to do was control her response to Guerrero. "Well, I'd better be going. If you’re hungry, there’s some food left over for you and the others."
“We had food earlier and ate the leftovers on our trek back to the dig site.”
She sidestepped around him, conscious of his every move. The small confines of his tent were getting to her. She needed to breathe fresh air and be outside in the wide-open spaces of the clearing surrounding the temple site.
She flipped back the flap that had sealed them in his tent and started to leave when he said, "Good night, Tory."
Her first name sent a shudder down her. She turned back inside, her gaze seeking his. "Good night, Rafael."
His brows knitted together. "Don't call me that."
"Why not? It's your name."
"That person no longer exists. My name is Guerrero."
"Then good night, Guerrero. I’ll bring the artifact back later," she murmured, realizing he had revealed several pieces of himself in the short time they had been together. She quickly walked away from his tent, more optimistic in that moment than she had been in a long time.
* * *
Okay, so it hadn't been smart to drink a whole pot of coffee at dinnertime. Tory was paying for it now. It was well past one o'clock in the morning. She was wide awake, staring up at the canvas ceiling while Katie slept peacefully. She thought of Guerrero’s hands touching her skin earlier, and her insides melted with a bombardment of sensations that left her weak. Her imagination was only emphasizing she was wired with too much caffeine.
Tory jerked back the mosquito netting and stood. Another sleepless night all because of that man. She shrugged into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt then left her tent for the temple steps, a place in the past where she had found solace in the quiet of night. Sitting on the stone stairs, she glanced toward the darkness beyond the clearing and then at the ancient buildings at the dig site. Moonlight cascaded across the top of the primeval edifices like crushed pearls scattered across the earth. Fingers of mist slithered along the ground, entwining about the stone structures and trees as though caressing them.
When she felt eyes watching, gauging, assessing her, she scanned the area slowly. But wherever she looked, only blackness greeted her. Then out of the mist emerged a tall figure. The shadows of night encompassed the ghostly shape coming toward her from the jungle, making it impossible to see who it was. Fear nailed her to the stone steps while her heartbeat stopped then rushed to a dizzying pace.
She gripped the cold masonry, her fingernails clutching it for support. All her close