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raw nature." He sucked in a breath and tried again. "And speaking of raw nature,
what I was trying to say was, I mean, there we'll be, me wanting to be with you
too, in the same small tent. That's kind of intimate for, uh. . . ."

"It should be," she admitted. "I want to get to know you really well. The
Wordsworth stuff was a bit of an excuse."

"Ah. Because . . .?"

She stopped now and he could see in her eyes that she was calculating an
admission, see it coming in the way she stiffened her back. "If it's all right
with you, I want to have your baby."

"Ah. Okay," Max said, his voice rising on the second syllable, taking another
deep breath, returning the hug that she'd stopped to offer, pressing her soft
breasts against him. See? he told himself. He'd been reading her right all along

Still, it was a bit strange how she slipped away from turning the hug into an
embrace, laughed and skipped down the trail. He tried to keep up but the weight
of his pack made him stagger.

Then the switchback doubled a ridge and became a dirt path. Ghfa stopped and
took it in. "Uh, 'My heart jumps . . . up?'" she recited speculatively. Before
them lay a particularly lush pocket of the valley that had been obscured from
the parking lot. A trade wind shower drifted by in the distance and set a
rainbow over an enormous stand of red-blooming African tulip trees. She kicked
some trail dust. "We're in the wilderness now."

"'My heart leaps up/When I behold a rainbow in the sky,'" Max recited properly.
"Wordsworth had that right."

Ten minutes later, rainbow still in sight, he heard her say, "How would he
describe. . .?"

"'These beauteous forms . . . '" Max offered with a confused mumble, waving his
hand at the trees, having caught himself focusing on the curves of Ghia's tight
hiking shorts.

"Not the trees, silly. These gardenias. I don't see any straight rows. Virgin
landscape for sure."

There were indeed gardenia bushes clumped randomly alongside the trail, their
leaves deep lustrous green, their flowers paper white.

"Mmmm," he said. "Except these gardenias aren't originally native to Hawaii. I
downloaded a native plant database while I was waiting for you in Lihue. Like
those trees you pointed at. African tulips. Introduced species."

"You're being too technical. That doesn't mean they're not wild."