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pushed his expensive sunglasses up on his head, blatantly avoiding looking in Quint’s direction as he drew near. “Darling, couldn’t you find something more appropriate to wear in front of your crew?”
    Angélica glanced down at her yellow T-shirt, wiping some dirt and what looked like hairbrush bristles from her chest.
    Quint considered offering her his help. He was pretty sure he’d do a more thorough job of removing every single bristle.
    “What I wear is none of your business, Jared.” She touched Quint’s forearm, drawing his gaze back northward. “I need to talk to María. Meet me outside the supply tent in ten minutes.”
    “Will do.” Quint wanted to grab his camera from his tent and a bottle of water.
    With a nod at both of them, she strode off toward the mess tent.
    “What about me?” Steel called after her.
    She turned, walking backwards a few steps. “You’re not my problem. Dad’s waiting for you in the Sunset Temple.” She spun back around and left Quint alone with Steel, both of them watching her go.
    “Lovely, isn’t she?” Steel asked.
    “I hadn’t noticed,” he lied without missing a beat. “I’ve been too busy taking orders from her since I arrived.”
    “Then continue not noticing.” Jared hadn’t changed in twenty years, still trying to rule where he had no authority. “And keep your hands to yourself.”
    Fuck off, Steel. “When it comes to Angélica, what I do with my hands should be the least of your concern.” Quint hoped she never caught wind of his boast, or she’d have him buried up to his neck next to a red ant hill.
    “Dr. Steel!” Juan’s voice echoed across the plaza, interrupting their tête-à-tête. “Dr. Steel, please come with me. I could use your expertise.”
    Expertise? That should feed Steel’s ego … for the moment anyway.
    “Looks like you need to go.” Quint resisted the urge to use his boot to help Steel on his way.
    “What are you doing here, Parker?”
    Quint hid his hostility behind a cheesy smile. “I might ask you the same thing, Dr. Steel.”
    * * *
    A short time later, Angélica led Mr. Big-time Photojournalist to the crumbling limestone steps outside the Temple of the Crow where Esteban waited for them while smoking a cigarette.
    She paused at the base of the steps, noticing the worried pinch of Esteban’s face as he stared over at the Temple of the Water Witch. The boy had been wound tight since the night he’d fractured his arm, and trying to convince him that no curse existed was a waste of breath.
    “Esteban, this is Mr. Parker. He’s going to work with us today and take some pictures.”
    “Call me Quint.” He pointed at the sling wrapped around Esteban’s right arm. “What happened?”
    “ Mal viento ,” Esteban whispered, his gaze darting across to the other temple as he inhaled more nicotine.
    Quint turned to Angélica. “An evil wind?”
    “He fell down some steps,” she explained, wondering how much Spanish Quint understood.
    Before Esteban could spur more questions with his paranoia, she told him to catch up when he finished his cigarette and motioned for Quint to follow her. She outpaced him to the top, much more accustomed to the heat than he. She waited inside the dim passageway leading to the heart of the temple while her eyes adjusted.
    Quint caught up to her, fanning his sweat-soaked shirt. “Jesus, it’s hot.” He leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
    If he was this hot already, he’d be melting by noon. She pulled out the extra water she’d brought along for him and held it out to him. “Take a drink.”
    He looked down at the bottle. “Thanks, but I brought my own.”
    “You’ll need more, take it.”
    He smirked at the bottle but did as told. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a tad bossy?”
    “My father may have mentioned it in passing once or twice.” She watched him tip the bottle back and swallow several gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the dark stubble shadowing