“Are you asleep?” Tracy whispered.
“No…”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Tomorrow. Leaving this place. I’ll miss it.”
“I’m going to miss you, Jeff.” The words were out before she could stop herself.
Jeff sat up slowly and looked at her. “How much?” he asked softly.
“Terribly.”
A moment later he was at her bedside. “Tracy—”
“Shhh. Don’t talk. Just put your arms around me. Hold me.”
It started slowly, a velvet touching and stroking and feeling, a caressing and gentle exploring of the senses. And it began to build and swell in a frenzied, frantic rhythm, until it became a bacchanal, an orgy of pleasure, wild and savage. His hard organ stroked her and pounded her and filled her until she wanted to scream with the unbearable joy. She was at the center of a rainbow. She felt herself being swept up on a tidal wave that lifted her higher and higher, and there was a sudden molten explosion within her, and her whole body began to shudder. Gradually, the tempest subsided. She closed her eyes. She felt Jeff’s lips move down her body, down, down to the center of her being, and she was caught up in another fierce wave of blissful sensation.
She pulled Jeff to her and held him close, feeling his heart beat against hers. She strained against him, but still she could not get close enough. She crept to the foot of the bed and touched her lips to his body with soft, tender kisses, moving upward until she felt his hard maleness in her hand. She stroked it softly and slid it into her mouth, and listened to his moans of pleasure. Then Jeff rolled on top of her and was inside her and it began again, more exciting than before, a fountain spilling over with unbearable pleasure, and Tracy thought, Now I know. For the first time, I know. But I must remember that this is just for tonight, a lovely farewell present.
All through the night they made love and talked about everything and nothing, and it was as though some long-locked floodgates had opened for both of them. At dawn, as the canals began to sparkle with the beginning day, Jeff said, “Marry me, Tracy.”
She was sure she had misunderstood him, but the words came again, and Tracy knew that it was crazy and impossible, and it could never work, and it was deliriously wonderful, and of course it would work. And she whispered, “Yes. Oh, yes!”
She began to cry, gripped tightly in the safety of his arms. I’ll never be lonely again, Tracy thought. We belong to each other. Jeff is a part of all my tomorrows.
Tomorrow had come.
A long time later Tracy asked, “When did you know, Jeff?”
“When I saw you in that house and I thought you were dying. I was half out of my mind.”
“I thought you had run away with the diamonds,” Tracy confessed.
He took her in his arms again. “Tracy, what I did in Madrid wasn’t for the money. It was for the game—the challenge. That’s why we’re both in the business we’re in, isn’t it? You’re given a puzzle that can’t possibly be solved, and then you begin to wonder if there isn’t some way.”
Tracy nodded. “I know. At first it was because I needed the money. And then it became something else; I’ve given away quite a bit of money. I love matching wits against people who are successful and bright and unscrupulous. I love living on the cutting edge of danger.”
After a long silence, Jeff said, “Tracy .. how would you feel about giving it up?”
She looked at him, puzzled. “Giving it up? Why?”
“We were each on our own before. Now, everything has changed. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened. Why take any more risks? We have all the money we’ll ever need. Why don’t we consider ourselves retired?”
“What would we do, Jeff?”
He grinned. “We’ll think of something.”
“Seriously, darling, how would we spend our lives?”
“Doing anything we like, my love. We’ll travel, indulge ourselves in hobbies. I’ve always been fascinated by archaeology. I’d like to go on a dig in Tunisia. I made a promise once to an old friend. We can finance our own digs. We’ll travel all over the world.”