Clouds hung low and black over the swamp, threatening to burst into a torrent of heavy rain. The air was thick with honeysuckle-scented moisture along with the sizzling tension that arced between Sahara and Jacque.Sahara followed his impatient movements as he prepared supper from some huge, ugly fish he'd caught, swallowing a sigh when he continued to pointedly ignore her.She didn't like it this way between them. She was tempted to promise not to escape again, just to see his handsome smile once more.During supper, she tried speaking with him, complimenting his cooking, talking about the rainstorm that had begun to plink on the metal roof and splash through the screen door. Anything to draw him out of his foul mood. But he just glowered and sucked down the last of the bourbon as he ate and cleaned up the dishes. Then he spent an hour glaring at her from his roost at the kitchen table.Rain water pooled on the floor in front of the door and windows, but Jacque didn't seem to notice, his eyes glued on her every move as she tried to read.
