His grip had eased. Though she ordered herself to relax, the crash of the thunder made her jolt. “I like Caleb,” she said, hoping her voice was pleasant and casual. “We’ll have to save it for special occasions. You have to let me go.”
He slid his hands down to her wrists, then back. “Why?”
Her mind went blank. Beneath her palms she could feel the strong, steady beating of his heart. Slowly his fingers skimmed down to her elbows, where his thumbs traced lazy, erotic circles on the sensitive inner skin. She could no longer see him, but she could taste the warm flutter of his breath on her parted lips.
“I...” She felt each separate muscle in her body go lax. “Don’t.” The word nearly strangled her as she jerked back. “I need to find the matches.”
“So you said.”
Leaning weakly against the counter, she began to search the drawer again. Even after she found a pack, it took her a full minute to light the match. Thoughtful, his hands plunged deep in the pockets of the sweats, Cal watched the little flame dance and flicker. She lit two tapers, keeping her back to him.
“I was heating soup. Would you like some?”
“All right.”
It helped to keep her hands busy. “You must be feeling better.”
His mouth twisted into a humorless smile when he thought of the hours he’d lain in the dark willing his memory to return completely. “I must be.”
“Headache?”
“Not much of one.”
She poured the water she’d already boiled for tea, then arranged everything meticulously on a tray. “I was going to sit by the fire.”
“Okay.” He picked up the two candles and led the way.
The storm helped, Cal thought. It made everything he was seeing, everything he was doing, seem that much more unreal. Perhaps by the time the rain stopped he’d know what he had to do.
“Did the storm wake you?”
“Yeah.” It wouldn’t be the last lie he told her. Though he was sorry for the necessity of it, Cal smiled and settled in a chair by the fire. There was something charming about being in a place where a simple rainstorm could leave you in the dark, dependent on candles and firelight. No computer could have set a better scene. “How long do you think it’ll be before you regain power?”
“An hour.” She tasted the soup. It nearly calmed her. “A day.” She laughed and shook her head. “Dad always talked about hooking up a generator, but it was one of those things he never got around to. When we were kids, we’d sometimes have to cook over the fire for days in the winter. And we’d sleep all curled up here on the floor while my parents took turns making sure the fire didn’t die out.”
“You liked it.” Cal knew people who went into preserved areas and camped. He’d always thought they were strange. But the way Libby spoke of it, it seemed homey.
“I loved it. I guess those first five years helped me handle the more primitive parts of digs and fieldwork.”
She was relaxed again. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. Though a nervous Libby held a definite appeal for him, he wanted her relaxed now. The more at ease she was, the more information he might glean.
“What era do you study?”
“No specific era. I’m hung up on tribal life, mainly isolated cultures and the effects of modern tools and machines. Things like how electricity changes the sociopolitical mores of the traditional man. I’ve toyed around with extinct cultures, Aztecs, Incas.” This was easy, she decided. The more she talked about her work, the less she would think about that jolting moment in the kitchen and her own inexplicable reaction to it. “I’m planning on going to Peru in the fall.”
“How’d you get started?”
“I think it was a trip to the Yucatan when I was a kid, and all those wonderful Mayan ruins. Have you ever been to Mexico?”
Looking back, he remembered a particularly wild night in Acapulco. “Yes. About ten years ago.” Or a couple of centuries from now, he thought, and frowned into his bowl.
“Bad time?”
“What? No. This tea...” He took another sip. “It’s familiar.”
Grinning, she tucked her legs up under her. “My father will be glad to hear that. Herbal Delight—that’s his company. He started it right here in this cabin.”
Cal looked down into his cup, then laid his head back and laughed. “I thought that was a myth.”