Exactly why Amber all but ran to the waterfall nuzzled intimately between brilliantly carved canyon walls, moonlight glistening off the water with the inviting promise of sweet relief and privacy. Though, if she were honest with herself, Amber wasn’t sure if she was burning up from a day of relentless digging or from the long nights that had shifted from nightmares to erotic fantasies about Jareth. No doubt he was displeased that her crew had remained. She’d tried to send them away, regardless of the impact their departure might have had on her grant. She hadn’t done it for Jareth, but for her own peace of mind that they were safe. But most of the crew had worked for her father, and they hadn’t missed the significance of finding a jaguar presence when they were hunting Yaguara, any more than Amber had. Everyone was in cautious, but energized mode. They were here for the long haul. Determined to relax, if only for a few minutes, Amber raced to the edge of the pond, unbuttoning her shirt and discarding the tranquilizer rifle she’d been carrying around like a second skin.
