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beautiful. Her breasts seemed larger and fuller, and the curve of her hips was even more enticing.
    But thinking about their children made him sigh and he rolled onto his back to stare up at the canopy above him. How long would he have to be apart from them, he wondered. And how long before Lupo learned about the fact they existed?
    Betsy crawled back onto the bed and pulled the light blanket over them. “It must be night again,” she commented. “The heat seems to have disappeared and made the room cold.”
    “Then perhaps I should warm you,” Gabriel said as he pulled her against him.
    “I believe my need for sleep has caught up with me at last,” she said with a yawn. “You should get some rest as well. We have no idea when Rico will want to speak to us again.”
    “Yes, I suppose you are right,” he agreed. “The sooner we figure out what substance the lance was made from, the better I will feel. I wonder if they have begun to crawl by now.”
    “I’m sure they have rolled over at the very least,” said Betsy, wiping a tear from her eye. “They might even be trying to say a word or two. Some babies do at six months. And they might be really happy about the fact they are so close to as many bananas as they can handle.”
    Gabriel chuckled. “Mama told me I loved applesauce.”
    “I was peaches all the way,” Betsy said.
    “You still are,” Gabriel smirked as he lifted one of her breasts and gave the nipple a tweak.
    “Oh, ha ha,” she grumbled. “What are you then, walnuts?”
    “Coconuts?”
    “No way, that’d be way too big,” she laughed. “You don’t want those.”
    “Perhaps not, ma bella, but I will always want my peaches.”
    “Go to sleep, will you?” she said, putting his hands onto his stomach and rolling away from him.
    “I will, but my hands are staying right here,” he told her as he slid them around her and put them back where they’d been before. He splayed his fingers over each breast, and then squeezed just enough to get a good hold on them before he settled down into the pillows to get some rest.
    Smiling indulgently, Betsy snuggled down and sighed. She was very content to be held in his arms, and soon she drifted off, fast asleep.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Gabriel pulled a sheet up around his hips and went to open the door when he heard the steady, familiar rap that told him Rico stood on the other side. The man looked tired but triumphant.
    “What did you find out?” he asked in a hushed voice so he didn’t wake Betsy.
    Rico whispered as well, talking his cue from Gabriel. “I’ve narrowed it down to four possible places where the lance might be hidden,” he explained. “I figure to search the closest one, the pyramids at Giza, within a few days. However, I have my doubts that we will find it there.”
    “Well yeah, you know nothing is ever in the first place you look,” said Gabriel with a smirk.
    “It’s like looking for the needle in the haystack,” Rico added. The two men chuckled. “If she’s going to sleep for a while, maybe we could go have a few drinks and talk. I’ll show you what I found.”
    Gabriel nodded. “Yeah, just let me find my clothes first.”
    “Good idea,” he agreed. “Much as I like you, my friend, I don’t think I like you enough to have a conversation with you in nothing but a blanket.”
    Gabriel rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Me neither,” he replied.
    After he dressed, he and Rico went to a big room decorated as if they were inside a desert tent. Furs and pillows lined the walls, and in the middle was a little wooden table on which the drink glasses and decanter sat. Gabriel was amused as he looked around.
    “So what, you have decided to become a desert sheik?” he smirked.
    “No, of course not,” he said. “But it does seem comfortable, doesn’t it? This room belonged to the previous owner of the place, and I just left it the way it was. The men seem to like it, so why not?”
    “Very well then,