“You can’t leave the country now, Missy.” Tama shook his head. “Tell her Rio. The bandits will close the borders. They have spies all up and down the river, along the borders, everywhere. Most of the people are afraid and just want the bandits to leave them alone. With the reward so high, they’ll have more help than usual. It will be better to just hole up and wait until the storm blows over.”

Kim nodded his agreement. “My brother speaks the truth, Miss Rachael. There are good people up and down the river, but that much money would bring prosperity to an entire village. It would be easy to justify such a small thing as passing information along. Better you stay unseen in the forest and wait until it is believed you perished in the river.”

Rachael went very still beneath Rio. She studied the four men carefully. “I suppose you’re right, Kim.

It would bring prosperity to an entire village. The government would want the money. Any of you could probably use it too.”

Rio’s hand went to the nape of her neck, his fingers beginning a slow massage as if to comfort her when they both knew there could be no comfort. Not with the kind of money being offered to betray her.

“You have nothing to fear from my people, Miss Rachael,” Kim said.

She smiled at him without really looking at him. “Keep telling yourself that, Kim, and sooner or later you’ll be disappointed. People who love you will betray you for less. Money buys everything from food, medicine and education to freedom and power. People kill each other for fifty dollars. Even less than that. Anyone in this room might want that money, and who could blame them? I’m a stranger to all of you.”

Rio sat up, adjusting her pillows into a more comfortable position. “No one in this room will betray you, Rachael. Drake and I have prices on our heads. If we tried to betray you to any of the bandits, they would kill us on sight. Kim and Tama have no need of money.”

Rachael’s dark eyes met Rio’s gaze in challenge. “I’d be willing to bet you wouldn’t have to deal with any of the bandits. If you give me up to a government official, you’d most likely get your reward.”

Rio wasn’t going to continue to argue with her. And he wasn’t going to admit, even to himself, that her suspicion bothered him. He met her eyes steadily. “I’m sure you’re right, Rachael, but for all you know I’m wanted by the government too. You said yourself I was running away from something or I wouldn’t be here.”

Rachael couldn’t pull her gaze away from Rio’s stare. He was always direct and focused. Always intense. She felt as if she were falling into the depths of his brilliant green eyes. He was sheer black magic, a product of voodoo and love potions. She was a grown woman with a price on her head. She didn’t have flights of fancy and she didn’t fall head over heels just because a man had a killer body.

Rio unexpectedly leaned very close to her, his lips against her ear. “You’re doing it again. You can’t look at me like that. It’s going to get you into trouble someday.”

Drake cleared his throat. “Why in the world would someone put up a million dollars to get you back?”

Rachael continued to look at Rio. She saw only Rio. His weathered face, the lines etched there from too many missions, too many decisions he didn’t want to make. Eyes that held so much focused intensity. Eyes that could be as cold as ice or burning with such heat she caught fire. Eyes that were a vivid green instead of the yellow-green she’d seen so often.

“Well, that is the question, isn’t it?” Rachael murmured. “What have I done? What did I steal? Because no one would put up that kind of money without a just cause.”

“You forgot the most important question. What do you know?” Rio amended.

Rachael took a deep breath, turned away from his all-seeing stare. “I thought you all had to go rescue the others.”

“It isn’t that easy. Tomas moves his camp and moves his prisoners all the time. They have tunnels in the fields they drop down into. The cane fields can cover a maze of tunnels that go for miles,” Rio explained.

“Rat holes,” Drake said. “They have so many bolt-holes it takes time to find them and pinpoint their location.”

“And just about the time we have a fix on them, the prisoners are moved again,” Rio added. “We have to move carefully, especially with Tomas. Drake and Tama were able to get Kim out because no one expected a rescue so soon. This series of storms are some of the worst we’ve experienced in years. The last thing anyone would think was that Kim’s family would know something happened and go after him using one of our people to aid him.”

Rachael was too exhausted to do anything but lie back on the pillows and think. She hated to admit it, but the strangely colored concoction Kim and Tama had smeared on her leg had definitely taken away much of the pain. She glanced down at her leg and nearly laughed. Her calf and ankle were still swollen nearly double the normal size and now appeared as if she were wearing a brownish-green sock.

The two puncture wounds continually drained, which added to the entire effect. “Lovely,” she murmured.

“I think so,” Drake said, grinning at her with boyish charm.

Rio waited for the sudden surge of black jealousy that seemed to be a curse hanging over his species, but surprisingly it didn’t come. He could feel the brush of Rachael’s fingers along his back, the way she tugged absently on the waistband of his pants. It was such a small thing, but it was familiar and comforting. He felt confident and secure in his relationship. Rio smiled and shook his head. He had to keep reminding himself he didn’t have a relationship with her. He reached behind him to capture her hand. “I swear, Rachael, I have flashbacks around you.”