Raiders of the Lost Heart

by Jo Segura

“Ford? Oh my God, were you named after Harrison Ford, Dr. Matthews?” Sunny asked, shifting her attention to him. It wasn’t something he liked to advertise—the fact that his parents had, in fact, named him after Harrison Ford. And that their obsession with Harrison and the Indiana Jones movies was what had gotten him into archaeology. But ask any archaeologist born after 1981 whether Indiana Jones was their hero, and not one would say otherwise. Okay . . . fine. Lara Croft was pretty freaking awesome, too.

Plain and simple: Corrie was all that and a bag of chips. And Ford liked chips. A lot.

But the truth always comes out. And the only thing that’s worse than a liar is one who tries to convince you the lie was for your own good.”

Socorro Mejía, you are anything but a fool. I’m the fool for letting you slip through my fingers.”

Her heart pounded, fearful of this final kiss. Afraid that it wouldn’t be enough to remember him. Reaching one hand to her face and tucking a loose strand behind her ear, he pulled her into his body with the other hand once more and planted his lips softly upon hers. A kiss that said everything that his words couldn’t. I love you. I’m sorry. And goodbye.

“Corrie, I love you.” What was this? Was he . . . was he saying goodbye? “Ford, please just relax. Conserve your energy.” “I want you to know,” he continued, completely ignoring her pleas, “these last few weeks have been the best weeks of my life. You brought adventure to my life. Passion. A reason to live. I’d say I’m sorry for everything I’ve done, and in many ways I am, but . . . I’m not sorry for any of those moments I had with you. And I’m not sorry that I fell in love with you.”