resembled the inside of a shell. She smelled good like lilac and vanilla and clean woman. It was probably some lotion or whatever she used on her hair. She stirred and Angel knew he was going to have a full-fledged erection by the time she woke up. But he couldn’t bear to push her away and make a run for the bathroom. Her lips opened and she stretched, settling again. Her thigh pressed against him and he resisted the urge to touch her. He concentrated on breathing in and out. Slowly he lifted his hand and pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She slid her hand across his chest and embraced him. Unable to control his actions he pressed his lips against hers. She responded, kissing him with amazing passion. Her hand slipped behind his neck and pulled him closer. Angel threw away his resolve and kissed her, returning her passion with an intensity that surprised even him. She kissed him with her eyes closed but when she opened them she didn’t pull away. He leaned over her, gazing into the aquamarine eyes. She closed her eyes again and arched toward him for another kiss. Angel rolled on top of Teri, kissing her and exploring her body with his hands. She stiffened and he stopped. They gazed into each others eyes and listened to each other breathe. Teri glanced away and he rolled off of her. She reached for her robe and got out of bed. Angel lay back on the pillows as she locked the bathroom door. He raked his fingers through his thick hair, replaying the previous few minutes. His heart still slammed against his ribs like a percussionist on speed. I want to wake up with her every morning for as long as we both shall live. # Teri locked the bathroom door and leaned against it. She tasted Angel’s kiss and felt his hands on her body. She awoke aroused and still felt the heat of Angel’s kisses. She had never been kissed with such passion. She had never wanted anyone the way she wanted Angel Garcia. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. After an awkward encounter when she emerged from the bathroom and Angel ducked inside, she located her clothing. She threw on her jeans and knit shirt and tied her sneakers. Teri gathered her belongings and repacked the carry-on bag while Angel was in the bathroom. When Angel emerged, he was freshly shaven and dressed in a white shirt and navy slacks. She tried to appear completely composed, as though she was prepared for whatever the day had to offer. She wondered if she’d imagined being in bed with Angel, kissing his lips and feeling his muscular body pressed to hers, his hands caressing her. “ Ready for a big Sunday breakfast?” he asked. “ Absolutely!” This was the enthusiastic response she’d found effective when fielding any question from her boss, Martin Kelso. Her eagerness and personality had propelled her to the forefront of her agency. Sheer grit and determination took her to the top and kept her there. Now she had thrown away her second career by fleeing the scene of a murder. “ I’ll check out and we can eat.” Angel ushered her to the car and drove to the motel office. She watched him sign for the room charges through the windshield. When he climbed back inside the car, his scent gently caressed her. Angel drove downtown, parking in a lot beside the freeway. He escorted her to an older Mexican restaurant, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm. “ What is this place?” she asked. “ This is El Mercado, the old market square and we’re about to enjoy a classic dining experience.” He steered her into Mi Tierra Restaurant. There was a large waiting area and a row of glass- fronted cases filled with freshly baked Mexican-style pastries. The mingled aromas were seductive, triggering an aching hunger reaction in those who entered. The serving area was contained in several huge rooms beyond the bakery. A hostess wearing a black ruffled blouse and tiered sequined skirt greeted them and led the way to a booth. She leaned over as she