one day out of the blue. She’d be stuck in that limbo period again where her heart ached, her stomach coiled in fear and sadness made it almost impossible for her to live her life.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered to her.
“It will cost you more than a penny.”
He looked at her. “That’s a pretty sad smile, chica bella . What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, Landon.”
“I’m going to get it out of you later, then,” he said into her ear, and then met her gaze.
She raised her eyebrows at him. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
He ran his tongue over his top lip. “I’m an expert in persuasion,” he said in a low voice. “I have many different techniques to get information out of you.”
She laughed. Only Landon could take her thoughts from outright depressing to titillating.
The boat pulled up to the beach of Lover’s Beach, and getting out was much the same as getting in, except the waters weren’t so rough as the beach was located in a cove.
They walked through the massive structure of the El Arco rock formation, to the other side of the inlet that was nothing but wide open ocean. The waves crashed violently as Landon and Maya sat on the beach together. Landon opened his cooler and handed her a beer. Maya took it, and they settled in to watch the sun set.
They sat in silence for a bit, and then Landon pointed up to the right at the beautiful, massive houses that looked as though they had been built directly into the mountainside.
“Still a lot of celebrities living up there?” he asked her.
She nodded. “Oscar de la Hoya still has a house up there, and I think Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger do as well. I don’t keep track of all of them, but mama does. She said there’s more…how do you say it… personajes famosos …famous people who own houses up there than anywhere else in Mexico.”
Maya sipped her beer as the sun went down. The ocean breeze became a little chilly. She moved to sit between Landon’s legs, and he wrapped his arms around her. He was better than any blanket. They talked quietly as not to disturb the beauty of the moment.
As the sun gave off its final glints on the ocean and settled in for the night over the horizon, Landon stood up. “We better get back to the other side so we can catch the last taxi.”
They walked across the sand back to the other side hand in hand, Landon said, “Do you want to talk about what was bothering you on the boat?”
Maya shook her head.
“So I’m going to have to use my incredible persuasion techniques?”
She laughed. “You can try, but you’re not getting anything out of me.”
He grabbed her and pulled her close and kissed her hard. Her knees went weak and her head swam as their tongues danced, and her body burst into the heat of desire.
“We’ll see about that,” he whispered.
Chapter Seventeen
The week went by quickly. Maya worked during the day and stayed with Landon at night. He sat in a lounge chair most of the day, either reading or watching her.
They had dinner at her parents’ house twice, which was always an animated affair. Maya’s aunt and uncle joined them, and the beer flowed freely, the tamales disappeared at an alarming rate, and the laughter was loud. Landon was beginning to understand more and more Spanish, so he could sort of keep up with the conversation, except when they started talking in what he called machine-gun Spanish. Then, forget it.
By the end of the week, Landon could say that he was relaxed. Being with Maya did that to him. Her touch soothed him, her laughter made his heart feel light. He felt better than he had in months, and only suffered one nightmare. He imagined putting down roots in Cabo and being with Maya for the rest of his life, and for someone who hadn’t had four walls and a roof to call his own in five years, the thought was terribly appealing to him.
As he lay back in the chair
“Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered to her.
“It will cost you more than a penny.”
He looked at her. “That’s a pretty sad smile, chica bella . What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She shook her head. “Nothing, Landon.”
“I’m going to get it out of you later, then,” he said into her ear, and then met her gaze.
She raised her eyebrows at him. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
He ran his tongue over his top lip. “I’m an expert in persuasion,” he said in a low voice. “I have many different techniques to get information out of you.”
She laughed. Only Landon could take her thoughts from outright depressing to titillating.
The boat pulled up to the beach of Lover’s Beach, and getting out was much the same as getting in, except the waters weren’t so rough as the beach was located in a cove.
They walked through the massive structure of the El Arco rock formation, to the other side of the inlet that was nothing but wide open ocean. The waves crashed violently as Landon and Maya sat on the beach together. Landon opened his cooler and handed her a beer. Maya took it, and they settled in to watch the sun set.
They sat in silence for a bit, and then Landon pointed up to the right at the beautiful, massive houses that looked as though they had been built directly into the mountainside.
“Still a lot of celebrities living up there?” he asked her.
She nodded. “Oscar de la Hoya still has a house up there, and I think Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger do as well. I don’t keep track of all of them, but mama does. She said there’s more…how do you say it… personajes famosos …famous people who own houses up there than anywhere else in Mexico.”
Maya sipped her beer as the sun went down. The ocean breeze became a little chilly. She moved to sit between Landon’s legs, and he wrapped his arms around her. He was better than any blanket. They talked quietly as not to disturb the beauty of the moment.
As the sun gave off its final glints on the ocean and settled in for the night over the horizon, Landon stood up. “We better get back to the other side so we can catch the last taxi.”
They walked across the sand back to the other side hand in hand, Landon said, “Do you want to talk about what was bothering you on the boat?”
Maya shook her head.
“So I’m going to have to use my incredible persuasion techniques?”
She laughed. “You can try, but you’re not getting anything out of me.”
He grabbed her and pulled her close and kissed her hard. Her knees went weak and her head swam as their tongues danced, and her body burst into the heat of desire.
“We’ll see about that,” he whispered.
Chapter Seventeen
The week went by quickly. Maya worked during the day and stayed with Landon at night. He sat in a lounge chair most of the day, either reading or watching her.
They had dinner at her parents’ house twice, which was always an animated affair. Maya’s aunt and uncle joined them, and the beer flowed freely, the tamales disappeared at an alarming rate, and the laughter was loud. Landon was beginning to understand more and more Spanish, so he could sort of keep up with the conversation, except when they started talking in what he called machine-gun Spanish. Then, forget it.
By the end of the week, Landon could say that he was relaxed. Being with Maya did that to him. Her touch soothed him, her laughter made his heart feel light. He felt better than he had in months, and only suffered one nightmare. He imagined putting down roots in Cabo and being with Maya for the rest of his life, and for someone who hadn’t had four walls and a roof to call his own in five years, the thought was terribly appealing to him.
As he lay back in the chair
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