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CHAPTER FIVE

MADDIE ARRANGED IT so she could fly out west to Camp Busara with Pippa, Jack and Mac midday, after reporting to the law office that morning. Her dad had promised to stay out of it and not call Haki with a briefing. She wanted the chance to talk to him in person. If he’d worked on the proposal, then all she had to do was get through to him. Haki was a listener. He’d hear her out.

The aerial view of Busara, nestled on a plateau with the river valley to one side and grasslands to the other, was nothing short of spectacular. A lone acacia tree shaded a small observation platform Dr. Bekker used when watching the herds passing through the valley. Lush groves of wild fruit trees flanked the camp, giving it the appearance of an oasis. She could even spot several keepers in rimmed hats leading the baby elephants in their care out for some sun and socializing. A cloud of dust trailed along the road beneath Mac’s helicopter and turned into the camp ahead.

“Haki just got back,” Pippa said into the mic of her headpiece. She pointed at the man shielding his eyes and looking up.

A flutter of excitement mixed with apprehension swirled in Maddie’s stomach. She nodded to let Pippa know she saw him.

Mac began his descent into a clearing just far enough from the camp to keep the draft from kicking up a dirt storm. She waited for the all clear, then removed her headgear, hoisted her backpack onto one shoulder and managed to climb out of the chopper without stumbling. Pippa grabbed her hand and tugged her at a jogging pace toward the jeep.

“Look who’s here, Haki!” She ran to his side, then stretched out her arms and made a show of presenting Maddie. Sometimes the pep in Pippa was too much.

Haki stood there, his strong jawline softened with a few days’ worth of stubble that looked disconcertingly good on him. His shoulders seemed broader, too, unless it was the dark green shirt he wore with his khakis and the way his hands rested on his hips. He’d put on a few pounds of muscle for sure. The corner of his mouth lifted and he let his gaze rest on her for a few seconds.

“Maddie-girl. Finally here.”

She ducked her head and smiled. Why did she suddenly feel shy?

“It has been a while, Haki. Pippa says you’re becoming quite the hero around here.”

He shot Pippa an annoyed glance and let his hands fall to his sides.

“No. Nothing I’ve done comes close to what others do here. But I hear you’re on your way to becoming a world-famous lawyer.”

“Not even close. Pippa,” she admonished. Was he being sarcastic? Had someone already told him what she was here for?

“We could use good counsel around here,” he said.

So he didn’t know.

“Both of you are much too humble,” Pippa said.

Haki put a hand to his shirt.

“I wanted to shower. I mean, I thought I’d make it back ahead of you—all of you—and have time to clean up.”

Mac’s chopper whirred as it lifted off. The air current pushed past them, and Maddie quickly pulled her arms back and wrapped them around her waist before anyone realized she almost went in for a hug.

“Hey, Dr. Hak-man, do you know if Anna is here or off in the field?” Jack asked, walking past them and giving him an air salute.

“I just got here. Last radio communication, my father was out, so she’s probably in the clinic.”

“I’ll check. See you guys at dinner,” he called back.

“Sounds good. I’m going to head in to wash up,” Haki said, thumbing toward the house. “I’ll see you two afterward.”

No hug, then. Friends hugged, didn’t they? Even if he’d been covered in mud from head to toe, it shouldn’t have mattered. This all felt so anticlimactic, but what had she expected? They’d both been so busy the past few years that they hadn’t seen much of each other even when she’d visited her parents. She hadn’t made the effort. So why did it matter now? Because she was afraid he’d hate her by tomorrow?

Pippa looped her arm in Maddie’s and they made their way to the house, purposefully lagging behind Haki. His long, focused strides made it easy.

“Dr. Hak-man? Really?”

“My dad is silly when he’s in a good mood. He doesn’t get that it annoys Haki. By the way, you have to find time for a reading while you’re out here,” Pippa said.

“No way. I don’t need my fortune told. I have enough in my head without cluttering it with nonsense. Besides, it’s kind of overstepping. It’s a tribal custom, not a tourist attraction.”

“You’re not a tourist and you’ll be right there talking to the villagers and elders anyway. One reading wouldn’t be disrespectful or overstepping. It would show that you respect their ways.”

The aroma of freshly baked chapati wafted past them and Maddie inhaled deeply.

“Why is the mere smell of freshly baked bread like a drug? I don’t need to eat anything else but that while I’m here.”

“You’re switching subjects.”

“I’m not promising anything.” She had to admit, Pippa had a point about respecting the Masai culture. It was all in fun, though, right? Or was it? The one reading she’d done, back when she was seventeen, had come so close to the truth it made her nervous. The Laibon had taken one look at his stones and told her she would go far away. Journey far. Leave. Those had been his words. She hadn’t yet told anyone that she’d been applying to colleges in the US, not even Haki or Pippa. She hadn’t told anyone she’d desperately needed to get away. To escape. To live without parents or siblings constantly checking over her shoulder. The Laibon had known, though. Whether it had truly been the stones, or the old man had simply guessed it from her notoriously expressive face, he’d been right. And it had freaked her out a little.

“Fine, but at least think about it. For old time’s sake. I miss having you around and doing things like henna tattoos and...ditching Haki. Oh, yes. Right now. Don’t say no.”

“No. I want to go in and say hi to Auntie Niara and the boys, then run by the pens to see Auntie Anna.”

“Come on. Wearing a suit all day is really sucking the fun out of you. Leave your backpack on the porch steps. We won’t go far. Just far enough to get his attention.”

Haki’s attention. As if Pippa didn’t already get enough of it.

* * *

“WHAT DO YOU mean you haven’t seen them?”

It had been at least an hour since Haki had showered. He’d stayed in the house to help Noah and Huru with some homework problems they’d been assigned via their virtual classes and figured Maddie and Pip had gone to see the orphans and everyone at the clinic.

“We assumed they were here,” Anna said. “I just finished logging treatments and Kam just got back from rounds. They’re still restocking their jeep supplies for tomorrow. But none of us has seen them yet.” She pulled her walkie-talkie off her belt, then set it back and flung her hand toward the unit sitting on the console by the door. “That’s hers, isn’t it?”

Haki flattened his lips. It was hers, all right. She hadn’t taken it to Nairobi, naturally, but she also hadn’t come by the house to grab it today.

“I’ll go look for them. Huru, Noah, go check the old mess tent and the area behind it. Don’t wander off. Just see if they’re hanging out there. Tell them dinner is ready. Let me know if they’re there. I’ll check the lookout.” The old mess tent and adjacent framed tents were original to the camp and where Haki and Pippa had spent their toddler years. They were used mostly for storage now, but Pippa still liked to go back by the old water well and sit in the hammock under the mango tree. He had a gut feeling they weren’t there right now, but with the sun setting and Pippa’s recent carelessness, the more ground covered, the better.

“I’m sure they’re close,” Niara said, setting the last of the dishes on the long, wood dining table. His mother patted his back. “Pippa really knows how to push your buttons.” She nodded toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the southwest side of camp and the valley beyond. Anna’s acacia tree sprawled like a black mushroom silhouetted against a watermelon sky. A flash of blue on the lookout platform beneath the canopy caught his attention.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. He couldn’t help but wonder if wedding bands could be rigged with two-way mics or maybe even tracking devices. Not that he’d do that to Pippa, but what was up with her lately?

He made his way past the elephant pens and through the low-lying grasses that spanned the stretch to the tree.

“I see him coming. Took him longer than usual.”

Pippa’s voice drifted toward him. Always happy. Always energizing. His lips twisted into a smile. She made it impossible to stay upset or annoyed. He couldn’t quite make out Maddie’s response. Her voice had always been soft, even when she was younger. Especially when she was younger. But even now it had a mellow warmth to it, one that blended into the summer evening and disappeared before it could reach him. It made his mind spin with curiosity.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowed his approach.

“We really should get back. I feel like I’m being rude, not having said hello to everyone yet.”

“You’re so much like Haki. So concerned with what others think, always busy worrying and following rules. No one will care. I’ll take the blame if they say anything. Let yourself relax. I mean, look at that. A 360-degree view. Isn’t it amazing?”

He could see Maddie’s silhouette as she pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them.

“A part of me could sit here and watch the sun rise every morning and set every night and never tire of it. I remember reading books up here a time or two. I do miss how peaceful it is. Out here you can actually feel the day end,” she said.

“I know what you mean. Whenever I stay in the city, I have trouble winding down. It’s kind of true when they say cities never sleep. All that nightlife.”

The idea of Pip never winding down was borderline scary. A chuckle escaped him. He was answered with soft laughter.

“Okay, you two. Game over.” He climbed the weathered, wooden ladder and crossed his arms on the edge of the platform. “You left your radio behind again, Pip.”

The last remnants of light reflected off her auburn curls, bringing out golden highlights. Every year, the sun seemed to make it lighter.

“I never really left camp, did I?” She gave him a cheeky grin. “Besides, I knew you’d come and rescue us. I can’t climb down if you’re on the ladder.”

He backed down a few steps, then jumped to the ground. Pippa backed down fewer and jumped farther. He didn’t comment. Maddie turned onto her knees, carefully found her footing and looked down at the rungs each time to be sure she didn’t miss a step. He figured she wasn’t planning on any jumps. She was almost there. Her hips were level with his shoulders. Pippa had jumped from much higher than that. Maddie stopped altogether and began tugging at her waist.

“Something wrong?” Haki moved to the side of the ladder.

“Nope. I’m fine. My pants snagged on something. Just give me a second.” She sucked on her lower lip as she held on to the ladder with one hand and tried stretching and tugging at her waistband with the other. Her cheeks took on the colors of the sunset, but since the sky had darkened, he knew reflection had nothing to do with it.

He pulled a flashlight off the back of his belt and shone it at the rung in question. The wood had split and she’d managed to fishhook a thick shard through the empty belt loop of her khakis.

“What is it?” Pippa asked.

“These rungs need to be replaced as soon as possible,” he said. “Guess you’ll have to stay here all night, Maddie-girl.”

“I don’t think so. Besides, you’d never leave me here. Unless you plan to sleep under me.” Her face turned even redder. He kept a straight face. He knew what she meant. Her poor pride needed rescuing.

“I could cut you loose with my knife, but I don’t think we have to ruin your clothes. Stay still a minute and move your hand. Hold on to the ladder with both.”

The bottom of her shirt lifted just enough for the moonlight to touch her skin as she reached for the rung above her head and held on. He stepped behind her, put his hands around her waist and felt for the snag. Her shirt brushed against his cheek and the subtle scents of citrus and fresh soap filled his next breath. He closed his eyes just for a second. He needed to focus. He needed to visualize. He needed to be standing right where he was to keep her from falling backward.

“I’m going to break off the piece of wood at the base of where it splintered. I don’t want it to hurt you, so I’m going to put my hand against your waist to protect your skin. Okay?”

“Should I hold a flashlight for you?” Pippa asked.

“Nah, I’ve got this.” At Pippa’s height, she’d be flashing the light up in his face and his hands would block most of it anyway.

“Do whatever you need to do. If it’s too much work, just cut my pant loop,” Maddie said.

He slipped his fingertips barely below the waistline of her pants and pressed his palm against her, so that the belt loop and jagged end of the piece of wood were against the back of his left hand. With his right, he broke off the shard in one quick move.

“All done. I’ve got you. Let go of the ladder.” He held her by the waist, set her feet on the ground, then immediately let go and took several steps back.

“Thank you,” she breathed. Her long hair shielded her face as she looked down, unhooked the piece of wood from her loop and tossed it into the grass. Pippa hurried to her side and put her arm around her.

“I told you he’s a hero around here. You okay?”

Maddie pushed her hair behind her ears and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Of course. I’m totally fine. Thank you again, Haki.” She nodded one too many times.

“No big deal. Stuff like that happens pretty much every day around here,” he said. And by “around here” he meant somewhere in the vast wilds of Kenya. Not that he’d witnessed it, but surely she wasn’t the only woman in the region to hang from an observation platform by her belt loop. Maddie’s color seemed to fade back to normal in the moonlight and her shoulders relaxed. Good. “We should go eat before Huru and Noah clear the table. And I don’t mean the dishes. The appetite of teen boys—surpassed only by the appetite of teen elephant bulls.” He motioned for them to walk ahead of him; then he curled his fingers into his palm and pressed against the stinging abrasion on the back of his hand.

He could handle the sting. In fact, he needed it right now. He deserved it. Justice. Pain for punishment. You have a future, here, with Pippa. Where’s your sense of honor? He closed his eyes and took a grounding, cleansing breath of night air, and then another...but it failed to clear Maddie from his senses.