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keeping the surprise out of her tone. Kesi didn’t seem fazed.
    â€œYes, and Mugi is retired from law. I met him in England, where he went to school. I wanted to see the castles, and he happened to be on the same tour. The rest is history. No pun intended.”
    That explained the hint of something different in his accent.
    â€œWhy would you decide to retire here?”
    Tessa handed her the last dish and dried her hands.
    â€œWhy not?” Kesi said, ushering Tessa out to the front porch where they could enjoy some tea. “I take in this scenery and it reminds me of what home is all about. All the rush, demands and pressures of careers and city life fade away out here. We lived that life. Had our fill of it, and yet, left it feeling empty. I never had children—though we did try—a fact that took my parents forever to get over. Our lives had been about our careers, but neither of us felt settled. We never felt like we were making a difference or that we’d achieved our purpose, despite some of the pro bono cases Mugi used to take on. This place seemed like it had been waiting for us. It started as nothing but a couple of tents, but we wanted to build an environmentally conscious experience. A family-friendly camp where, if children came along, they could learn about water conservation, wildlife habitats, endangered species, solar energy...you understand the idea.”
    â€œEcotourism,” Tessa said, recalling an article she’d read not long ago in the very paper she worked for. The one Brice practically owned. Ironic.
    â€œExactly. Kenya is our home. Our ancestors walked this land. We figured if our purpose wasn’t to raise our own children, then maybe it was to help educate others. To save the land left to us by past generations. Then, out of the blue, Mac landed in our lives and it was as if all the pieces had fallen into place. He’s like a son to us.”
    The pieces of a puzzle.
    Tessa nodded and looked over at the men patching a hole on one of the tents. Kesi had wanted children but couldn’t have them, and now she saw Mac as a son. And Tessa never wanted kids for fear of the risks involved—the worry, the potential failure to give them what they needed—and now she had Nick. Kesi followed her gaze.
    â€œThose look like mere tents, but they’re quite nice inside. Each is raised on a platform because of the rainy season, so there are carpets and beds with linens and even water. It makes it easier with children. I suppose we’re kind of like a Serengeti bed-and-breakfast. Our next guests aren’t booked for a few weeks, so Mugi has been wanting to take care of repairs before they arrive.”
    No guests for that long? So much for Mac telling her they couldn’t use the camp’s jeep to get back. Liar. She had to admit, she was kind of glad about it. She’d needed to slow down. Catch her breath. Plan. The past few hours had indeed given her a breather. But she was also anxious to find out what was on those computer drives.
    â€œSo this place isn’t as rustic as it seems at first. It’s like the best of everything.” Tessa chuckled. “Does that mean you have electricity?”
    â€œA generator we only use as needed.”
    â€œA television?” Tessa asked, wondering if Mac and Mugi had been telling Nick the truth or if they had been messing with him, too.
    â€œNo. No television. It just wasn’t a priority for us and we want guests taking in their surroundings. Getting lost in the experience.”
    â€œAh, then no computer.”
    â€œOf course we have a computer and basic internet, for safety reasons if anything, and so we can keep up with news as well as letting the world know we’re here. Mugi, being a lawyer, insisted.”
    So Mac knew all along that they could lie low and still check out the flash drives she’d taken. When was he planning to let her in on it? She was starting to wonder if she