When he could draw a deep breath, he sighed against her hair. “It’s never been this good for me.”
“Hmm, not for me either. You’re perfect.”
“You too.” He slid his fingers through her hair and brought a curl to his lips. “I could have a slot cut into the door so Tomas could send in our meals.”
“Tempting, but a shower would be nice occasionally.”
He pulled out and yanked off the condom. “I guess we’re better off sleeping in my room.”
“I adore practical men.”
“So it isn’t just my cock?”
“No, not at all, although you’re very good with it, but you have a lot to work with.”
“Thank you. I wish I had the strength to walk, but it may be a while before I can hang on to my crutches.”
She relaxed her hold on him. “This is nice too. I’m sorry you missed therapy today, but we’ve kept your blood flowing.”
“We’ve definitely done that.” He reached down to pull up his shorts, and she buttoned them.
She shivered as a sudden chill shot down her spine. Someone walking on your grave. He thought the police and his attorney would handle everything now, but she felt with a frightening certainty the danger wasn’t past.
Chapter Eighteen
The next morning, Libby stood on the balcony in her lavender negligee. She brushed her hair and let the breeze ruffle her curls. Santos startled her when he spoke.
He’d propped his head on his elbow. “Are you thinking of going out for a run?”
Expecting trouble, she’d been watching the deserted beach, wondering who’d be the first to appear. She turned and smiled. “Weren’t you going to hire a bodyguard so I could?”
“I thought about it, but with Cazares and Nuñez coming by so often, another man would have just been in the way. Run if you like, but go toward the beach shops rather than the Ramirez house.”
She still thought someone should search Fermin Ramirez’s boat, but he’d struck her as being too clever a man to leave a rifle on board, if it had ever been there. “If I’m going to run, I need to go now so I’ll be ready when Maggie comes by.”
“Or you could come back to bed.” Santos raised the covers to provide a very handsome lure.
“Very tempting, but I don’t want you to be too worn out for therapy,” she teased on her way to the door. “I’ll see you later.”
Once in the hall, she rested her head against his door. He’d cautioned her against going in the Ramirez’s direction, but he hadn’t made it an emphatic order as he was prone to do. She tapped lightly on the door and looked in. “Please be careful today.”
He sat up. “I won’t trip over anything or fall down a well or let Manuel drive on the wrong side of the road. I’ll meet you and Maggie here for lunch about one. You could at least kiss me good-bye.”
He had such a knockout grin, she came back into his room but left the door open. “One kiss is never enough for me.”
He opened his arms. “We’ll make one kiss last.”
She knew he would and turned back to lock the door.
She eventually pried herself from his bed to run, and set a near-blistering pace along the shore. She turned when she reached the shops and jogged back to the house with a slow, easy rhythm. There were others out running that morning. None looked familiar, but she couldn’t shake the nagging anxiety they’d only entered a tiny window of peace. She arrived at the house just as Manuel began to back the SUV down the driveway, and she hurried around to the front of the house to tell Santos good-bye.
He laughed when he saw her. “Miss me already?”
A dozen smart answers came to mind, but she told him the truth. “Yes. I wanted to see you before you left.”
He frowned slightly. “I really need to go.”
She caressed his cheek, and he kissed her palm. “Just be careful.”