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Lost & Found

Shara Azod

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Cover Artist: Shara Azod

Editor: Lacynda Hill

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Lost

It was all the monkeys’ fault. Honestly, Kara Olivier

had never seen monkeys outside the zoo, and they seemed to

be playing with her. That is, if one considered throwing fruit

at her playing. She’d like to think they thought she looked

hungry, because she was. So, she maybe shouldn’t have fol-

lowed a smallish group a little farther into the rainforest and

away from the group of grad students touring the Amazon.

She could have sworn she wasn’t that far from the trail. But

that was how long ago? An hour? More? She didn’t wear a

watch because, well, who needed one when you had a clock

on your cell and other varied electronic devices? Damn it, she

hadn’t strayed very far, why couldn’t she find the trail?

Dropping down onto a large rock, she cast a glare

up at the wicked, child-like creatures that had started this

mess.

“Thanks a lot. How the hell am I supposed to find

my way back to the boat before dark?” Kara didn’t want to

even consider the ramifications of staying out here in the

forest at night. She wasn’t too keen on being out here in the

middle of the day.

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At least she thought it was the middle of the day. It

had been maybe twenty minutes into the tour on the trail,

which began at ten in the morning. She’d been wandering

around trying to find her way back, which should’ve been a

straight shot back from where she’d been. Man, she was so

screwed. All she had on her was a protein bar and some wa-

ter, and she figured she’d better save both for when she really

needed them.

“I’m not going to cry, I will not give up. The trail

has to be here somewhere.” If only she could sell herself on

that, she could get up off her butt and find it instead of sitting

there feeling all defeated.

“Do you talk to yourself a lot? And you are a very

long way from any trail that I know of, linda.”

Kara would’ve jumped from her rock, but she was

too petrified to move. Her eyes fixated on rather large booted

feet, slowly working upwards, and up, and up, and – Good

Lord! She must’ve passed out from heat exhaustion or

something. The man standing right there in front of her could

not possibly be real. He was simply too beautiful. Not even

runway or print model beautiful; but more of an all out

archangel come to earth beautiful. He was far too large to be

some effeminate human clothes hanger, too rugged, too

toned. Yet, he was undeniably gorgeous. All light golden skin,

long inky black hair falling in complete abandon in loose

curls. And those eyes! They were as green as the flora and

fauna surrounding them, but with a decidedly devilish glint.

Before she knew what she was doing, she reached

out and up to cup his jaw, just to see if he was real or a

mirage. The skin was smooth beneath her fingertips, and

warm. This was either one hell of a hallucination or he was

very, very real. And with a delightful Brazilian Portuguese ac-

cent too.

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“Wow, you’re almost certainly real.” Maybe she was

dead. Perhaps the monkeys led her into some kind of danger-

ous trap and she’d died before she felt a thing and he was

coming to escort her to the hereafter. Nice escort. She

couldn’t imagine not wanting to follow someone like him to

the pearly gates.

“Bela mas demente,” the archangel muttered before

making an impatient hand gesture. “Come. I’ll not leave you

out here. There’s a storm coming.”

If she were anyplace else, there would be no way in

hell Kara would follow some strange man anywhere.

However, given her options, she’d take archangel over the

many varied dangers of the Amazon any day. She was hot,

sweaty, her arms had been a buffet for mosquitoes, and she

was sure those damn monkeys were mocking her. At least

they weren’t throwing fruit anymore. She cast one more glare

in their direction. Little demons.

“Did

you

eat

anything

they

threw

you?”

Archangel demanded.

Geez, she was hot enough already. He just had to

go get all forceful and manly like, making her “sweat” in an

entirely different way. Kara had a serious weakness for manly

men. Deeply immersed in the study of rainforest botany,

there wasn’t a heck of a lot of manly types in her life. Being in

grad school didn’t afford her the opportunity to socialize

much—not at all, really.

“No. I hadn’t considered it seeing as how I didn’t

recognize the fruit, though I admit I was tempted. They

smelled really good, but the monkeys’ hands and maybe even

saliva had been all over those fruit, and they kept smashing

down around me and I am so not eating anything off the-”

“Enough. Come.”

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