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seem as menacing as before and he was back to giving her an enigmatic expression. He’d moved even closer somehow. How had she missed that? He was probably six feet away now. He looked even finer up close. There wasn’t a hint of body hair to mute any of that heaven-sent physique and face. Nor help with the impact from those incredible blue eyes. Wow. This guy had been blessed, and over-blessed. She almost sighed in appreciation.
    Stop that, Rebecca. Just stop.
    “I guess I’ll just be on my way, Mister Sun-god. It was uh...interesting meeting up with you. But I have to go. You know. Daylight is burning and all that.”
    “ Hola .”
    The word bounced off the rocks again. Becky’s eyes went wide again and not just at the sound. Man! The guy had the ability to stop traffic with the scope of his voice. And she recognized the word he’d spoken. Easily. It meant hello. What the hell? He knew Spanish?
    “ Usted habla espanol? ” she asked.
    “ Si .”
    She was flabbergasted. Times two. No. She needed to square that reaction before even trying to describe it. Becky’s heart rate went into hyper-drive, adding to her other physiological reactions.
    This just wasn’t possible.
    She mentally went through her studies. He lowered his chin and regarded her while she did it. She had to look away more than once. His eyes belonged to the realm of fantasy. They were such a vivid sky blue. Looking into them gave her a feeling akin to the instant between sleep and wakefulness. She couldn’t hold his gaze.
    Actually, she daren’t look long enough to hold it.
    She had to go back through her history studies. While she still had the ability to function. Think, Becky!
    The Chachapoya nation had been described as tall people. Fair-skinned. Blue-eyed. It was considered a myth until a cache of mummies was discovered during the last century in a Chachapoya chullpa - or cliff cemetery. Those mummies had proved it. They’d been known as cloud people. Overtaken in 1470 by the Incan ruler, Tupac Inca Yapanqui, just before the Spanish arrived. Once that happened, the cloud people had sided with the Spanish. It hadn’t helped their culture. Once the Incan nation was subdued, all the Spanish allies got repaid with slavery. But before all that happened, a Spaniard chronicler had noted that the Chachapoya were a: “light-skinned race...famously beautiful.”
    Well. That description certainly fit Mister Sun-god here.
    Was she looking at a real Chachapoya descendant? It could explain why he didn’t speak the Incan language. But, it just wasn’t possible. They’d all disappeared in the sixteenth century. Been absorbed into the local population. It was beyond unbelievable. Even totally, way-out-there, in-your-face unbelievable.
    Then again, everything about this encounter fit that definition. And why was she even questioning it mentally? She could just ask. Becky cleared her throat and spoke to him in Spanish.
    “You are... Chachapoya? ”
    He grinned. He had perfect teeth, even, and very white. His smile was as devastating as his eye color. Becky gasped. Oh, dear heaven . That smile was enough to cause swooning. Lack of oxygen was making it a distinct possibility. She had to sit down before she fell. It was more a collapse, however. She was in luck that the stone bench was right behind her. The rock felt harder than before. Maybe that was from dropping onto it. It was also colder than it had been.
    Becky bent forward and put her head between her knees and watched the stone below her rotate and whirl and heave. She sucked for air in short gasps. This was ignominious. But she couldn’t be the first. Women probably fainted every time Mister Sun-god showed up. Men, too. And she really shouldn’t stay much longer. Maybe he’d be amenable to meeting up at another location.
    Like her hotel room.
    Becky nearly groaned at the instant thought. What was wrong with her? This wasn’t remotely like her. She wasn’t the lustful type. She’d never even