“You’re dreaming about the cave?“ Colby asked, as his hand stilled in her hair.
“Is that so surprising?“ She wondered at the odd tone of his voice. “Colby, what’s wrong?“
“I knew you’d had a dream or two that had awakened you since that night, but I never realized…“
“Never realized what?“ she demanded.
“Tell me about the dreams, Diana.“
“There’s not much to tell. I dream I’m in the grotto and there’s a sense of menace coming from the outer cavern.
Usually I’m waiting for someone to rescue me, and I’m not at all sure he’s going to get there on time. Tonight the dream was all mixed up with the fact that I’m pregnant.“
“Who is it you’re waiting for?“
“I don’t know.“ She paused. “No, that’s not true. I’m waiting for that idiot warrior who put the curse on the woman who killed him. In my dream I think I’m the woman.“ Diana shivered. “In the dream I’m the woman who could not leave until I had conceived and borne a child in that awful place. Colby, do you realize what’s happened? Part of the legend has come true. I got pregnant in that cave.“
“Take it easy, honey.“ His hand moved soothingly in her hair. “If your imagination gets more active, I’ll have to let you write your own horror fiction.“
“It’s scary when you think about it.“
“Only when you think about it at two in the morning,“ Colby retorted. “I’ve got a confession to make, though.“
Her head came up so quickly that she nearly collided with his chin. “What kind of confession?“
“Don’t look at me like that. I wouldn’t dare cheat on an amazon. I was just going to tell you that you’re not the only one who’s had a few dreams about Chained Lady Cave.“
“You’ve had them, too?“ she asked in amazement. “For how long?“
“Since the night I spent there when I was a teenager,“ he admitted.
“You’ve had nightmares about that cave for the past twenty-odd years?“ Diana peered down at him, trying to read his face in the weak moonlight. His gray eyes gleamed, and he stroked down her spine in a soft, sensual movement.
“They’re not exactly nightmares, but they do tend to wake me up out of a sound sleep. Are yours nightmares? Do they terrify you?“
She tried to think. “Not exactly. At least, not yet. I’m not scared to death in them, but there is a sense of urgency about the dreams. As if things were going to get worse. Colby, I’ve never heard of two people having the same dreams.“
“The dreams aren’t identical. In my dream, I’m usually struggling to get up the path behind the waterfall and into the cave. I have this feeling that I have to get to the grotto.“
“So maybe they’re not exactly identical, but you’ve got to admit it’s very strange that we’re both having dreams about that cave.“
Colby slipped his hand to the curve of her hip. “I don’t know if it’s all that strange. We both spent the night in that cave, and something very memorable happened in it.“
“Colby, this is serious.“
“No it’s not. They’re just dreams. But I’ll tell you something. Right now I’ve got an overwhelming urge to go into another little grotto.“
“Really?“
“Really.“ His palm was warm on her thigh. He squeezed gently. “In fact, I don’t think I can resist.“
Diana’s eyes widened. “You want to go out to Chained Lady Cave tonight?“
His soft laughter was deep and sexy. “I didn’t say that. I just said I’d like to explore a certain hidden grotto.“ His other hand slid over her stomach and cupped the soft mound between her legs. He bent his head and gently nibbled her shoulder. “You going to let me inside your sweet little grotto tonight?“
Diana blinked as she finally realized what he was talking about. “Honestly, Colby, this is no time for joking.“
“Tell me about it, baby.“ He caught her hand and guided it down to his thighs. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.“
Her fingers closed around the hard, broad shape of his manhood and Diana knew she was about to get sidetracked.
She groaned. “I think we should talk about the dreams, Colby.“
“There’s nothing much to talk about. We’re both having them. They can’t possibly mean anything, except that we’
ve both got overactive imaginations, which we already know. So let’s forget the dreams and get on to more pressing business.“ His forefinger slipped into her heat.
“You, Colby Savagar, are trying to change the subject.“
“And I’m succeeding. The entrance to this tight little grotto is already getting hot and wet.“ He eased Diana onto her back and lowered himself along the length of her. “Sweet Diana.“ His voice roughened as he put his knee between her legs. “You always make me feel so wanted. There’s never been anyone else like you. There never could be anyone else like you. All I have to do is touch you and I go crazy.“
Diana sighed as the passion stole over her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. There would be time enough later to talk about the dreams. Right now Colby was making love to her and when he made love to her, nothing else mattered.
A long time later Colby stirred beside Diana. “You still awake, honey?“
“Yes. Do you want to talk about the dreams now?“ She wasn’t nearly so concerned with them as she had been earlier. Colby’s lovemaking had soothed the jangling sense of uneasiness the dream had created.
“No, I want to talk about marriage.“
“Oh.“ She didn’t know what else to say. “I guess there’s no real rush, is there?“
“There damn sure is a rush. You’re pregnant. About three weeks along. We’re going to get married as soon as possible.“
“We are?“ She felt as if she were being swept over Chained Lady Falls. Having accepted the inevitability of the marriage, she still hadn’t quite accepted the reality of it. Just as she hadn’t fully accepted the reality of her pregnancy, she realized. She was half-afraid that when the marriage became a fact, the pregnancy would also become real. “Maybe we should wait until I get tested to find out for certain if I’m pregnant.“