. .Ronnie and Jake made their way, arms around each other’s waists, up to the third floor of the B & B, where they would spend the night before catching a plane for Mexico. Actually, Jake would be stopping off at Las Vegas for a poker tournament before joining her at the excavation site.Every few steps, Jake kept stopping and backing her up against the wall to kiss her deeply. Despite their four divorces, the man did love her—that had never been in doubt. And vice versa. For more than two years they had been together again, keeping their fingers crossed that this time they could make it work.Against her lips, he whispered, “I missed you, honey.”She laughed against his lips. “We haven’t been apart for more than an hour the past three months.”He nudged her with his hips, and another body part. “I meant this kind of missing.”“Oh. Well, we made love up here when we first arrived this afternoon.”“That long ago? See. I’ve been lax in my work.”She moaned when he did something especially nice with his tongue.
