Scene #119
Ultimate good-bye. Blanca peered into the night as thunder erupted
in her ears, and lightning split her world into halves, before and
after. She was driving into the second part, after finding out she
could love and trust a man again.
Blanca swallowed, still feeling Eric’s kiss on her swollen lips,
his gentle touch on her inflamed skin, which ached for him more
than her lungs ached for air. Her cell phone played its sonata, and
she pressed it to her ear.
"I need you. Come back." Eric’s deep voice penetrated her senses,
echoing inside her. "You’re so open-minded, so why don’t you want
to take chances with us?"
"We have to go our separate ways. For me to save my career and
family relationships. For you to solve the case of your life.
Adios."
The fragrance of Eric’s spicy cologne lingered inside her car when
Blanca clicked her phone closed and rolled down the windows, to get
rid of Eric’s scent that made her shiver with desire. That
masculine scent didn’t fit her tiny feminine car with its soft
curves, didn’t fit her life. The scent that didn’t fit. . .
"No!" Suddenly, she realized who had killed Eric's friend. Blanca
groaned in shock.
Shaking, she slammed on the brakes and turned. Tires squealed,
sending her to the roadside. A scream escaped her lungs and to stop
it, she bit into her lips.
Minutes later, she flew into the gas station where she’d left Eric.
Unbelievably, he was there, wet black shirt and slacks glued to his
muscular body, hazel eyes betraying exhaustion, yet so dear that
her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"Blanca!" He rushed to her.
She fell inelegantly into his arms. "Amor, how did you know I'd
come back?"
Eric stopped her words with a kiss, breathing sanity into her. She
felt that his thirst for her was stronger than during their first
meeting, that he drank her to the last drop, a desert traveler
gulping from the spring. But they both knew he was drinking a
delicious poison.
Their breaths mixed in moist air, and his kiss, tender and hard,
giving and taking, familiar and new, sent her into ecstasy. When he
let her go, she pulled him back to her, opening a sensitive spot on
her neck, what she'd never done before. Eric licked the droplets of
rain away from her face, going down, caressing, nibbling, kissing,
driving her to the edge.
When he finished the kiss, she was soaked with rain and desire but
stepped back. Eric always kissed as if it were the last kiss of his
life. Or hers.
An understanding flashed in Eric’s eyes. "You know who the murderer
is. Somebody from your family."
Blanca untied her scarf, letting moist silk drop to asphalt, slid a
knife into his palm, and pressed it against her neck, to the ugly
scar. "So if you still want revenge, fame, and your type of
justice, you’ll have to kill me first."
