Lion Head Mesa fortieth

The sound of her name stopped her in her tracks. Melody froze again, and turned very slowly, ears folding slightly as she reluctantly looked back to Senmut. Immediately she regretted this decision; she tried to look anywhere else and found herself caught in the way the water highlighted all that she found appealing about him. He was more than kind of hot.

And he was talking. Melody blinked, struggling to redirect her focus from his body to his words. An astrologer? Her heart was in her throat, and she eyed the Fellahin and wondered how they all kept their sanity. She could never!

Melody was determined that she would not look at Senmut again.