21Forget it, I told my too-eager hormones. I’d come close to death. My body hungered to feel completely alive. This sudden lust for Andy was biological reaction, nothing more. Well—maybe a little more than that. Maybe a lot more. Now I recalled another sensation I’d forced my mind to forget. How it felt to be cherished. To be loved, the way Andy had made love to me in San Sal.
I wasn’t giving in to biological urge or romantic impulse. Not with Andy. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
I took a shower—not cold, but plenty long, washing and rinsing my hair twice. It was twenty past eight o’clock by the time I reappeared, my scratches covered by jeans and a long-sleeved sweat shirt. Andy had cleaned up the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I took the cup he handed me and went into the livin
