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wore. Tobin expected a guttural indigenous language to come out of his mouth, but he spoke perfect English. “Who is this?”
    Tobin stuck his hand out and flashed a huge smile. “Tobin Cooper. And you?”
    The man’s frown deepened.
    “Tobin, this is Rodrigo, the chief’s nephew,” Cara said. It was more a sigh than an introduction. “Rodrigo, meet Tobin. And now, if you’ll excuse us…”
    Firm, polite, no-nonsense. Cara in business mode. Tobin smiled. The woman hadn’t risen through the corporate ranks for nothing.
    “Yes, if you’ll excuse us.” He put a little naughty in his smile. “I just can’t wait for a little private time with my wife.”
    Cara froze with the door half-open.
    Tobin pretended he didn’t see. “It’s been too long.” Six years too long, but the guy didn’t need to know that.
    Her jaw clenched as she pulled the door the rest of the way out, and she motioned him in with a vicious swipe at the thick jungle air. A couple of curious kids had tagged along, and he peeled away gently and waved goodbye.
“Hasta luego,
kids.”
    The second he went in, his eyes landed on the four-poster double bed, draped with netting. Elegant, in a bush-camp kind of way. Suggestive, given the messy sheets. Like she’d just rolled him out of there instead of pushing him in.
    Cara came in behind him, slammed the door, and the whole cabin shook.
    Yep. It was Cara, all right. His Cara.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    He turned, squaring his shoulders. Cara was going to chew him out, he knew it. Let him have it for screwing everything up six years ago with one stupid act. Take all the frustration evident in her stiff body out on him. And he was ready to take it like a clueless puppy, because damn it, his imaginary tail was wagging wildly just to be allowed back in her life, even for a short time.
    “So, your husband, huh?” he started before she could blow up.
    “I was desperate.”
    “Clearly.”
    She glared.
    “I did kind of like it, though.” He risked a grin.
    “You would.”
    “So, Mrs. Cooper, what brings you to—”
    She batted his arm. “It’s Leoni. Ms. Leoni.” She drew out the
Mizz
.
    “Coulda been Cooper,” he teased. It was a reflex, like breathing. Blinking. Sleeping. Loving her.
    And teasing. So much fun.
    “I was going to keep my name, remember?”
    Of course, he remembered. Loved her all the more for it.
    “Then I could have been Leoni.” He meant it as a joke, but his voice betrayed him and it came out all cracked and warbly. Sad. He covered up with a broad smile. That usually worked.
    Not on Cara, though. She shook her head, and he braced himself for an onslaught. A full-on outburst of that Italian temper she unleashed every once in a while, with raging hands and fiery eyes and syllables that would come tumbling out on the end of a verbal battering ram.
    Sure enough, she threw up her hands. “This is why we were never good together.”
    “We were always great together,” he growled.
    “You don’t take anything seriously.”
    “You take everything too seriously.”
    “Marriage is a serious thing, Tobin. You shouldn’t joke about it.”
    “It was never a joke.” It came out in a rough whisper, and he covered up with a shrug. “You can joke or you can cry.” A fine line he’d crossed more often than he’d care to admit.
    She took a deep breath, then suddenly lost steam. Maybe she was listening, after all. Because she stood there with shaky hands and a shaking head, one breath away from falling apart — or slugging him.
    Then her gaze caught on something on the right side of his face and she softened. Her hand cupped his cheek, and he closed his eyes to focus everything on the sensation of Cara, touching him again.
    The rose petal scent of her filled his lungs. The soft pad of her thumb brushed over his cheek, and if it stung a little, he couldn’t care less.
    “What’s this scar?” she whispered through quivering lips.
    He didn’t answer right