Lights twinkled through the rain from constellations of steel and glass that lit up the night. The traffic that splashed along the street in front of the hotel had grown sparse, but it would never cease completely. All around her were the sounds of technology: the low hum of the printer beside her desk, the whisper of the air-conditioning, the distant whoop of a siren and the rumble of a jet heading toward the Atlantic. We’re not in the jungle anymore. Rafe was right. All she had to do was look and listen and that much should be obvious. Yet reality could be confusing at times. If her feelings for Rafe weren’t real, then why hadn’t they disappeared? If the infatuation had only been a result of their situation, then why did he affect her the same way now, in her world, a month later? The glittering starscape in the ballroom had lost its sparkle once he’d left. He’d actually been flirting with her.
