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L orraine’s nerves wouldn’t allow her to wait quietly for her father. She couldn’t sit still, and as she paced the school hallway, her heels clicked against the hard stone floor. A framed document on the wall, written in both Spanish and English, stated that the school was financially supported by a group of Texas churches. It listed the headmaster’s name, plus the three teachers. And it explained that the children’s uniforms were sewn by the Women’s Missionary Society. She read the information twice, then paced some more. Lorraine had arrived in El Mirador half an hour ago—it was nearly six now. She’d known her chances of catching Thomas Dancy at the school this late in the afternoon weren’t good. Jason had wanted her to check into the lone hotel with him, but she’d decided to look for her father first.

As it turned out, the school building was open, and when she mentioned her father’s name to a young man in a school uniform, he’d nodded with enthusiasm and even managed to ask her a few questions in English. He’d suggested she wait inside while he went to get her father.

For a moment Lorraine had felt almost light-headed with relief—at least her father was there. Then the real anxiety had begun, the jittery nervous fear. The almost sickening excitement.

At the sound of footsteps behind her, Lorraine turned. Thomas Dancy stood in the doorway, framed in bright sunlight.

“Raine,” he whispered.

“Thomas Dancy?” she asked hesitantly, then added, “Dad?” He’d called her Raine in his letter, too, but her mother had always insisted that her name not be shortened.

The look in his eyes was answer enough. Deep blue eyes, the same color as hers. He stepped slowly toward her and she could see that he was indeed the man in her mother’s photograph. He gazed at her for a full minute, an awed expression on his face. Then he smiled, and his eyes shone with an intensity that suggested tears.

“Raine,” he said again. “If only I’d known…”

“You didn’t get my letter?” she asked.

“No…no.”

“I phoned, too.”

He frowned. “I didn’t get the message.”

“Then you didn’t know I was coming?”

“No…but I thank God you did.”

They stood only a few feet from each other, and he continued to stare at her. “How like your mother you are,” he whispered. “So beautiful…” He raised his hand as if to touch her face, then apparently changed his mind and let his arm fall. The love in his eyes was unmistakable.

At the mention of her mother, Lorraine felt her own eyes fill with tears.

“Raine, what is it?” He stopped short of taking her in his arms.

She stopped short of letting him. “Mom was killed April first,” she told him shakily.

Her father looked as if she’d suddenly reached out and stabbed him. His eyes widened with shock and then slowly, as though his legs would no longer hold him, he staggered toward a chair. “Killed? How? Dear God in heaven, tell me what happened.”

“She was on her way home from work. It’d been raining that day and no one knows exactly why, but her tires lost traction and her brakes locked—and she skidded into oncoming traffic. She was hit by a huge semi…There was nothing he could do to stop. Nothing anyone could do.”

Her father closed his eyes. “Did she suffer?” he asked, his voice so low it was an effort to understand him.

“No. The investigating officer told me death was instantaneous.”

Thomas nodded, his face wet with tears that ran unrestrained down his cheeks. “April first, you said?”

“Yes.”

He nodded again, reached into a pocket for his handkerchief and wiped away the tears. “I woke up that night.” He paused for a moment, apparently deep in thought. “My Ginny is dead,” he said as if he needed to hear himself say the words to believe they were true.

Lorraine sat down in the chair beside his. “Mom told me you were dead.”

“I know. We…we thought it best.”

“Why?” Everything Lorraine had endured today would be worth it if he could answer this single question.

Thomas inhaled a deep breath and turned to face her. He took both her hands, clasping them between his own. It was then that he noticed the ring.

“It’s Mom’s. I put it on the day of the funeral.” She told him a little about her engagement to Gary and then paused, needing answers before she continued.

His thumb tenderly caressed the wedding band. “I’ll love you always,” he whispered—the words engraved inside the ring. His eyes gazed into hers. “I loved your mother and you with all my heart, Lorraine. First and foremost, I need you to believe that.”

“Why would you leave us?” she cried. Now that she was with him, she wanted to know the truth with an urgency that left her trembling. For more than twenty years her mother had lived under false pretenses, and Lorraine had to find out why. She couldn’t imagine what would drive her parents to do something so drastic. Honesty had been the very basis of her mother’s character. Or so she’d thought.

“Mom loved you, too…all that time. She wouldn’t talk about you, especially once I got older. Whenever she did, she’d start to cry.”

“I know…I know.”

Tears spilled from Lorraine’s eyes. “She told me you’d died of leukemia.”

The merest hint of a smile touched his mouth, lifting one corner. “We concocted that story together.”

“But you’re alive!” She needed the truth, and quickly, while she was strong enough to bear it. “Please—tell me…”

“It started in Vietnam,” he said, his voice falling to a whisper. “In many ways, the man I was meant to be died there.”

“But you were a decorated hero! Mom said the thing she regretted most about the fire was that your medals were lost and—”

Thomas’s head snapped up. “She told you that?” His expression was sober. Regretful. “I was far from a hero, Lorraine. I deserted halfway through my tour of duty. I couldn’t take the killing any longer, the death….”

Lorraine didn’t want to believe what she was hearing. It couldn’t be true. Any of it. “But—”

“I returned to the States and joined a militant antiwar group. They helped me hide out. From the moment I turned my back on the army, I made it my mission, my goal in life, to keep other young men from dying senselessly on foreign soil. I wanted to save them from watching their friends blown to bits for reasons that had nothing to do with us or our country.”

“But surely you could come back now—even if you were a deserter. There was an amnesty, wasn’t there?” All her life she’d viewed her father as a hero. This lie her parents had lived made no sense, and she found Thomas’s story confusing.

“I did much more than desert.” He broke eye contact and lowered his head to stare at their joined hands. “As I said earlier, I joined a militant antiwar group. A number of us decided to blow up the ROTC building at the University of Kentucky. We didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt…. The security guard wasn’t supposed to be anywhere close to the building.”

“He died in the explosion?”

Her father nodded. “Two of our group were picked up almost immediately when they tried to cross the Canadian border. José and I knew it was only a matter of time before we’d be arrested, as well.”

“José?”

“José Delgado, a friend, a good one at the time. The two of us made our way into Mexico before an arrest warrant could be issued.”

“What happened to him?”

“José? We bummed around the country for a while, then he found another cause. We argued and split up—I haven’t seen him in years. The last I heard he was part of a guerrilla group somewhere in Central America.”

“But couldn’t you come back now? That happened almost thirty years ago!”

“No,” Thomas said with a sadness that couldn’t be disguised. “There’s no statute of limitations on murder. The minute I cross the border, I’ll be arrested for murder and prosecuted to the full extent of the law. Raine, I want you to know that I was involved with the group, but I was against the bombing. I never believed violence was the way to get our message across. But I didn’t have the courage to stand up to the others. That was my greatest sin and one I’ve paid for dearly in the years since.”

“What happened to the two who were arrested?”

Again her father lowered his gaze. “Rick and Dan? Rick committed suicide in prison, and Ginny told me Dan was paroled after serving six years of a twelve-year sentence.”

Questions crowded Lorraine’s mind, and she asked the most pressing ones first. “Why didn’t Mom join you? Surely after five or ten years she could have done so without anyone suspecting.”

“That was what we planned in the beginning,” he said. “Your mother moved to Louisville and she visited me every six months or so. We were able to keep in touch through a mutual friend.”

“Who?”

“Elaine Wilson.”

“Aunt Elaine?” She’d died when Lorraine was nine.

“Everything fell apart after Elaine died,” her father said. “Ginny would write that she’d be coming, but each time she’d find some excuse to postpone it. Eventually her visits stopped entirely.”

“But couldn’t we have moved to Mexico? Then the three of us would’ve been together.”

He hesitated. “Ginny was afraid that if she left the country for more than a few days, she wouldn’t be able to return. She worried about her parents. She worried about you, too. Your mother loved you beyond everything, and she wanted you to have the best education and all the advantages America has to offer.”

“But…she told me you were dead.” Lorraine didn’t know if she could forgive either of them for the lie.

“You were a child and far too young to carry the weight of our secret.”

“But I’m an adult now. I have been for years. There was no reason to continue hiding the truth from me,” she insisted. No reason Virginia couldn’t have told her and allowed her to form her own judgments, make her own decisions.

“Any blame falls on me, Raine,” he said. He raised his hand to her face, touching her cheek. “I was the one who screwed up. I was the one who got involved in a bombing that claimed an innocent man’s life.”

“But I needed you,” Lorraine said, fighting back tears.

“I needed you, too,” he said, and gathered her in his arms. They clung to each other for a long time.

When he released her, Lorraine sat back and tried to collect herself.

“You must be exhausted,” he said. “Hungry, too, I’ll bet.”

Her stomach growled, reminding her that, except for a few pieces of melon in Mérida, her last meal had been aboard the airplane. Yogurt, a banana and some type of forgettable roll. Her father was right; she was both tired and hungry.

He lifted her suitcase and led her out of the school. While they walked the short distance to his house, Thomas told her how he’d spent his life here in Mexico. Until nine years ago, he’d worked at various odd jobs around the country, not staying in any one place for long. Then the opportunity had come to teach science and math at this private school, a job he thoroughly enjoyed.

“I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t find my calling in life until I was over forty.”

Already Lorraine could see how easy it would be to love this man. He might have been militant in his youth, but despite the tragic results of his actions, he’d joined the antiwar effort for compassionate reasons. He’d repented his mistakes and was obviously still a good man, but one who’d achieved self-knowledge.

Lorraine was grateful to have found him.

It had been a shock when Lorraine showed up in El Mirador, but one of the happiest of Thomas’s life. His daughter was everything he’d hoped she’d be. Intelligent, beautiful, caring. And so much like her mother.

His first look at Lorraine had stopped him cold. She resembled Ginny in almost every way. In fact, it was like stepping back and seeing Ginny at nineteen.

The news that his wife was dead was a hard blow, and he’d need time to assimilate it. Time and privacy to mourn. He’d told Raine the truth—he had loved her mother. Yes, she’d hurt him; yes, she’d disillusioned him, but he’d forgiven her. He couldn’t blame her for the tragic turn his life had taken. He just wished things had been different for both of them. Too late now for wishing, though.

His home was a humble one and Thomas hoped Lorraine would understand that the village was poor. The school couldn’t afford to pay him a large salary.

Antonio and Hector were playing in the front yard. Under other circumstances, his sons would have raced toward him, but they were shy boys and unaccustomed to seeing him with strangers. They stopped and stared, Antonio clutching the soccer ball to his chest, as Thomas opened the door for Lorraine.

Azucena was in the kitchen preparing dinner. The scent of garlic drifted through the house. Thomas set Lorraine’s suitcase in the living room and tried to find a way to explain that this very pregnant woman was his common-law wife. Lorraine would probably be surprised, perhaps disapproving, but Azucena was his wife in every sense except the legal. Now that he was free to marry her, he would do so.

Azucena stepped into the room, her smile automatic until she saw Lorraine. Her welcome sobered as she glanced at him, her eyes filled with questions. Azucena spoke little English and showed no desire to learn. Because she made no effort herself, their sons knew only a few English words.

“This is my daughter,” he explained in Spanish. Her eyes widened, and Thomas could see that she was flustered. He’d told her about his family, about Raine, and sensed that she felt threatened. He wanted to reassure her but wasn’t sure how.

“Where’s Jack Keller?” Azucena asked abruptly.

“Back on his boat, I assume. I left him when I learned my daughter was at the school.”

“You knew about your daughter’s visit?” Her beautiful dark eyes were accusing.

“No.” He longed to take Azucena in his arms and apologize, but didn’t dare. “Her mother died last month, and she only recently found out I was alive.”

Azucena nodded, her expression sympathetic. “Introduce me as your housekeeper,” she advised with gentle wisdom. “Your daughter has had more than enough shocks.”

“I won’t lie to her again. It’s better if she knows.”

“We’ll tell her together,” Azucena said. “Later. She’s traveled a long way and must be exhausted.”

He hesitated, then agreed with a short nod.

“Ask her to sit down, and I’ll serve you both dinner.”

“What about you and the boys?” It didn’t seem right not to have them at the table with him. As he’d told Azucena, he didn’t like the idea of lying to Raine, but he could see that his daughter was physically tired and emotionally distraught. He didn’t want to burden her with still another difficult truth. But he also feared her anger. He couldn’t bear to lose her when he’d only just found her again. Although it went against his better judgment, he agreed with Azucena’s reasons to delay telling Raine about their relationship.

“Don’t worry, we’ll eat later,” Azucena insisted.

Thomas noticed Raine listening to the flow of words between them. Her eyes revealed her lack of comprehension. “This woman is someone special?” she asked, eyeing Azucena closely.

“My housekeeper,” he said, silently adding and so much more.

“She’s meticulous,” Raine said, glancing around the sparse but lovingly decorated home. Thomas tried to see the house through her eyes and knew it must be far less than she was accustomed to, but he made no apologies. He’d earned his living by honest means.

“Dinner’s ready if you’d like to eat now. Azucena’s a wonderful cook. She’s made a dish called camarónes con ajo, which is shrimp with garlic.”

“It sounds delicious. Please thank her for me,” Lorraine said.

“I will.” Thomas showed his daughter to the bathroom, where she could wash up.

She returned a few minutes later. The table was set with steaming ceramic bowls filled with rice, tomatoes and the delectable-smelling shrimp.

Lorraine took a seat. “When is…your housekeeper’s baby due?”

“Any day now,” he answered as he passed her the rice, hoping to avoid further questions.

“Those were her children outside?”

Thomas nodded.

“Her name is lovely.”

“It means lily.”

The irony of the situation didn’t escape him. At one time Azucena had, in fact, been his housekeeper. The school had hired her on his behalf, and for six months he’d barely noticed her. His house was kept spotless and his meals cooked every night. Beyond that, he was absorbed by the demands of teaching and enjoying his newfound profession. He’d never intended to take Azucena to his bed. He was married, although no one in El Mirador knew about his American wife. Nor did he wish to indulge in behavior that would be viewed with disfavor by the church-supported school.

To date, the headmaster had never mentioned Thomas’s living arrangements. He’d eaten meals in this house, so he had to know what was going on. Nevertheless he always referred to Azucena as Thomas’s housekeeper. And for those first six months that was exactly what she was. Thomas hadn’t made so much as an untoward gesture, and in the end, Azucena, whose name was regarded as a symbol of purity and perfection, had been the one to seduce him.

The meal was excellent. Azucena had chosen his favorite. He could see that Raine was enjoying it, too.

“She really is a wonderful cook,” Raine said as Azucena carried a plate of hot tortillas to the table.

It was difficult for Thomas to disguise his fondness for his common-law wife. He knew Lorraine had noticed the smile he’d given Azucena and might have commented, but their meal was interrupted by a loud demanding knock on the door. Both women looked at Thomas.

He set his napkin aside and moved across the room, unsure what to expect. The knock was not that of a friend. He knew trouble when he heard it.

Two uniformed policemen stood on the other side of the threshold. He’d rarely seen armed police in this town; not only that, he didn’t recognize either man, which was unusual in itself. He knew almost everyone in El Mirador, if not by name then by sight.

“Can I help you?” Thomas asked, taking care to pronounce each word distinctly and with authority.

“We’re looking for Lorraine Dancy.”

“May I ask what this is about?”

“Dad?” Raine said from behind him. “I heard my name.”

He ignored her, refusing to break eye contact with the two officers. “Why are you looking for my daughter?”

“We need to ask her a few questions,” said the taller and more muscular of the two.

“Questions about what?”

“Jason Applebee,” the second policeman informed him. “We need to know what her relationship is to this man.”

“Dad?” Raine had joined him. “What’s this about?”

“Do you know anyone by the name of Jason Applebee?” he asked in English.

She nodded. “He’s an American I met in Mérida. He helped me buy my bus ticket. Is everything all right? Nothing’s happened to him, has it?”

Thomas asked the two police officers those very questions. Raine had said nothing previously about meeting this other man, but Thomas could see that she cared about his welfare.

They answered, and he turned back to Lorraine. “They’re holding him at the police station. They won’t tell me why.”

“Oh, no.” She covered her mouth with her hand. “Something’s wrong. We’ve got to help him.”

Thomas had been in Mexico long enough to know how difficult situations with the police could get. If for no other reason than Raine’s endorsement of her new friend, he felt obliged to do what he could to help the guy.

“They want you to go to the station with them,” Thomas explained next.

“Me?” Raine looked at him uncertainly.

“I’ll be with you.”

“Then I’ll go,” she said. “I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding and everything will be cleared up in no time.”

Thomas wished he could believe that. But one thing he knew: he would do everything within his power to protect his daughter.

The minute Lorraine entered the small building, Jason leaped to his feet, relief at seeing her evident on his face. “Lorraine!” he cried as if she were the answer to his prayers.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Jason glanced at the two officers standing near the door; they gazed back at him impassively.

With three policemen and Jason, plus Lorraine and Thomas, the station was cramped. For the first time Lorraine realized that only one of the men who’d come to the house had accompanied them here. She hadn’t a clue where the second man had gone. Not that it particularly concerned her.

“This is my wife,” Jason announced in English.

Lorraine barely managed to swallow her denial.

Her father glared at her, eyes narrowed. Both policemen immediately glanced at the ring finger on her left hand.

“Is this true?” the older man asked. He was tall and distinguished-looking with a crop of thick white hair.

Everyone present seemed to await confirmation. Jason’s gaze begged her to go along with him. She forced a smile and nodded.

The room erupted into shouts and denials from the officer who’d escorted Lorraine and her father to the station. She didn’t know what anyone was saying, but it didn’t take long for her father to become involved in the heated conversation.

“What’s all this about?” Lorraine demanded of Jason under her breath.

“I don’t know,” he said, looking as confused as she felt. “But from what I can make out, they think I’ve got some Mayan artifact, which is ridiculous.” He appeared frightened, baffled and apologetic. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” he confessed in a low voice, “but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Why’d you say I was your wife?”

“I had to tell them something so I could convince them to contact you. I told them you were visiting your father, so you hadn’t registered at the hotel yet.” He paused, lowering his eyes. “They wouldn’t let me place a call or have an attorney present. I didn’t know what to do or what the hell’s going on. I helped you and I was hoping you could help me.”

“Don’t worry,” she told him, although she hated lying. She supposed there were times it was necessary; now seemed to be one such occasion.

The argument continued between the police and Lorraine’s father.