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Being diplomatic, as he thought, he didn't say with this mysterious guy. Camilla started an answer, but broke it off. " He nodded. "Sure. " Jake took another bite of sandwich. Camilla shook her head. Jake went on: "Maybe I'll show you some time. In four months I only been up out of the Canyon a couple of times, for a weekend. You have to ride a mule up Bright Angel trail, or else hike up. " As he recalled, there had been about half a dozen buildings in view, including the railroad station where the Santa Fe spur line ended.
Camilla smiled at him, as if she wanted to be reassuring—or perhaps be reassured—and then turned back to her climb. Jake went back to watching the hypnotic movement of her hips. Another minute or so of staring at that movement, and Jake caught up with her and tugged gently on her belt. Camilla stopped and turned and held out her arms. A moment later he was kissing her, and feeling up under her shirt again. How marvelous when there was no resistance! Afterward they sat naked in the chill shallow water of the creek, letting it rush over their bodies, splashing each other.
Wonderful. When Camilla spoke again, she seemed to want Jake's full attention on her words, and so she first reached down her own hand and caught his exploring fingers in a grip of surprising strength. " "No, can't say I have. " "No special reason why you should. He's a sculptor. " "Sorry. Edgar's pretty well known, among people who study art. " "All right. So you live with Edgar Tyrrell. " Camilla had nothing to say about modeling. She extended her right arm gracefully, turning her body a little, pointing almost vertically up behind her.