CHAPTER TWENTY
The water in the lake was rippling with small circles that grew wider and wider. It was a lazy, sunny afternoon in this secluded lagoon, whose high canyon walls made it very private. Fifty yards away was a small beach where a mixture of rock and sand had been bleached white by the constant sun. Across the lagoon was a thick grove of trees. Within the shade of those trees, completely hidden from anyone on the other side, Timer was watching intently. As if in a trance, he peeled his shirt from his hard, lean, muscular body as desire flooded within and he burned with thick-throated hunger to have the woman who filled his view.
Standing on a ledge thirty feet above the water was Maria, poised, with silver drops of water from her previous dive on her lovely face. The moisture g
