Ageit held the flap of fabric aside for her and Eli. Once they were all inside, he lit a lamp then handed Eli a stack of folded cloth. “Help her, Omari. She seems so distraught.” Ageit turned his back to them and busied himself with straightening things around the room. Eli knelt at her feet, and Jade looked around. The place reminded her of her father’s former study. Every surface was covered with dusty old junk and papers and half-empty crates. What was it about scientists and archeologists that caused them to never throw anything away? Her thoughts were sidetracked when Eli lifted the skirt of her gown with one hand and slipped a drying towel inside with the other. His knuckles grazed the front of her upper legs, and his eyes took on a playful twinkle. Jade returned his look with a hot one of her own. Dropping her hem, Eli grasped another towel and pressed the wet fabric between the two folded ones. The back of his warm hand nudged the juncture of her thighs. “You make my kitty purr,”
