Word of Honor fr-7

by Radclyffe

  “Sorry,” Dana said, grasping Emory’s shoulders to steady her as she stumbled backward. She tried really hard not to look down at Emory’s breasts, but she failed. And when she looked back up, she knew Emory had noticed. “Sorry.”

  “For what?” Emory asked, enjoying the off-balance look in Dana’s eyes. And enjoying the appreciation in them too. She’d never given much thought to her body. She was happy that she was fit and healthy. But she wasn’t so self-deluded as to pretend she didn’t know others considered her attractive. That was nice, but didn’t rank high on things that were important to her. Except in the last two days. She loved that Dana found her attractive. Knowing that she could somehow make worldly Dana as off-kilter and unsure of herself as she seemed to be gave her a thrill. She wondered how much more excited she would feel if Dana actually put her hands where her gaze had just lingered.

  “What?” Dana asked, sounding dazed.

  Emory smiled. Dana wore jeans, a navy T-shirt with long sleeves that she pushed up to her elbows, and scuffed brown boots. Her almost-tight T-shirt outlined her small, neat breasts and narrow waist. Sexy, God, she was sexy in a completely unstudied way. “Sorry for what?”

  “Uh, for almost running you over.” Dana backed up a step. Emory smelled like Ivory soap again, and her skin was flushed. Probably just from the heat of the shower, but Dana just knew Emory’s skin would be exactly that color when she was aroused. And she wanted nothing more in the world than to open that towel and slide her hands over the full breasts that lay beneath it. She wanted it so much she was choking on desire.

  “Did you sleep all right?” Emory asked, trying to decipher Dana’s expression. Lean and hungry. She’d never really thought about what that phrase meant until just this moment, but that’s exactly how Dana looked at her. As if she were ravenous and wanted to taste her. Emory backed up in the other direction, fearful of broadcasting her arousal because she had no idea how to hide it. She licked her lips and cleared her dry throat when Dana continued to stare. “Were you going somewhere?”

  “Coming to find you,” Dana said. “Patrice Hara called down. We’re on schedule to fly to Colorado today. Blair is looking for you. She said to give you the message to come up.”

  “I’ll get dressed and pack, then.” Emory circled around Dana to get to her own room. Just before she went inside, she turned back to where Dana still stood in the hall. “I had a nice time last night. Just talking and watching television. I haven’t done anything that simple in a long time.” Emory hesitated. “And I liked the good-night kiss too.”

  “So did I.” Dana grinned a little, recalling the exceptionally soft, exceptionally warm, and exceptionally wonderful kiss they had shared just before going to their separate bedrooms. Emory had been the one to lean forward when they stood outside their adjacent doors to say good night. Emory had kissed her first. “It was a great night. Even if we had sworn off orgasms for the evening.”

  Emory laughed. “I don’t know about you, but I didn’t swear off orgasms. Just not together.”

  “Are you saying you…” Dana closed her eyes. “Oh man, that is so so unfair.”

  “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  Dana heard a door shut, and when she opened her eyes she was alone. She’d probably been awake the night before, restless and aroused, while Emory had been lying in the dark in the room next to hers, touching herself, making herself come. If she’d known, she doubted she would have been able to keep from going next door. But Emory had said she wasn’t ready, and more than Dana wanted her—and it felt like she wanted her more than she’d ever wanted any woman in her life—she wanted Emory to want it too.

  She’d just have to be patient, but God, it was hard, when she couldn’t seem to think about anything except tasting her, and touching her, and making her sigh with pleasure.

  “Perfect,” she grumbled, returning to her bedroom to grab her luggage. “Absolutely perfect time to be obsessed with a woman who might not even end up being interested—right when I’m in the middle of not just one, but two or three big stories.”

  “Are you talking to yourself?” Emory said from the open doorway.

  Dana spun around. Emory was no longer wearing a towel, but the silk T-shirt tucked into casual black slacks had almost the same effect. She was still beautiful and sexy. She was drying the ends of her hair with a hand towel, and after a few seconds she tilted her head quizzically.

  “Dana?”

  “Yes. I’m talking to myself. Well, apparently if you heard me, I’m talking to both of us.”

  Emory laughed. “Do you know that you don’t make a lot of sense sometimes?”

  “We’re not even kissing, and I’m stupid and senseless just from looking at you.”

  Slowly, Emory lowered the towel, and the look on her face changed from amusement to surprise. “If you didn’t look so flummoxed, I might not believe you. You don’t know what’s going on any more than I do, do you?”

  “Not exactly.” Dana grinned. “I understand some of it. The part where we get naked…”

  “That part I get.” Emory took a deep breath. “I came to ask what I should do with my luggage.”

  “Leave it inside the front door. Someone will pick it up and bring it down to the cars.”

  “I’ll be ready in a just a minute.”

  Dana lifted her battered canvas travel bag. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

  “Okay.” Emory turned away, then looked back. “I’m trying not to worry about the fact that I don’t understand what’s going on. And just for the record, I really like the way you look at me.”

  And then she was gone, leaving Dana feeling totally out of her depth and, strangely, not caring.

  “Hey! Look who’s here,” a small, wiry redhead exclaimed when Emory and Dana walked into Blair’s loft.

  “Steph!” Emory hurried toward the woman. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

  “Tanner decided to give me some time off.”

  While Dana watched, the redhead—Steph—draped an arm around Emory’s waist way too casually, pulled her into a full body hug, and kissed her on the mouth. Dana narrowed her eyes, taking in the black fatigue pants, black T-shirt, and black boots. Jesus Christ, a mercenary. Well, these days they were called contract workers or security personnel or some other equally bland term, but they were mercenaries just the same. Where the hell did she come from? And what the hell was she doing pawing Emory? Dana checked the rest of the room. A power meeting was underway, by the looks of things.

  Blair and Diane were in the sitting area, cups of coffee and a tray of bagels and muffins between them on the low table. Greg Wozinski sat on the arm of a chair near the door, drinking coffee and talking to Paula Stark, who was flanked by two burly jarheads dressed like the tough little number still fondling Emory. A gorgeous coffee-skinned woman with shoulder-length coppery gold hair stood next to the breakfast bar in conversation with Cameron Roberts. When the woman, whose body radiated tension, turned to survey Dana with an intense, flat gaze, Dana pegged her as federal. Not part of Blair Powell’s personal security detail—probably FBI. Valerie was missing, but then she often was— part of the OHS team, but still a loner. Dana’s skin prickled. She was getting the picture, a picture that said Cameron Roberts had put her OHS squad together by pulling from existing agencies, which made sense. Secret Service, FBI, civilian contractors—and Valerie? No Last Name Valerie had come from someplace deep and dark. Another story there.

  As much as Dana wanted to stay and drag Steph away from Emory, she was working. She walked over to Blair. “I hear we’re heading for the mountains.”

  Blair smiled. “At last.”

  “Looks like you’ve picked up a lot of new people.”

  “Just some friends who dropped by.” Blair pointed to the muffins. “Have something to eat.”

  “Thanks.” Dana sat down, poured a cup of coffee, and balanced a blueberry muffin on a napkin on her knee. “Where did you come by the priva
te guys?”

  “They work for a good friend of ours,” Blair said. “You’ll meet her in Colorado. Tanner Whitley.”

  “Why do I know the name?” Dana frowned, then checked out Steph, who was still in animated conversation with Emory and the other two guys in black. “Whitley as in the Whitley Corp?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I heard they might be helping out with personnel and technical support over in the desert,” Dana said casually.

  Blair glanced at Diane, who raised her eyebrows as if to say she had no idea and if she did, she wouldn’t admit it. “Tanner has a lot of business interests I don’t know about.”

  “Tanner Whitley. She’s the daughter, right? The one who inherited the whole Whitley empire?”

  “That’s the one.”

  “Really,” Dana said, her interest escalating. No wonder the president’s daughter appeared to have civilian contractors as part of her security team. Irregular, for sure. But it would explain why they were trusted. The real question was, why weren’t regular agents being used if Blair needed more security? Something had happened to cast doubt on the usual channels, and Dana was willing to bet it all went back to Boston, or maybe even before that. Whatever had gone down, Cameron Roberts and Paula Stark were distrustful of agents from inside the system. Jesus. What the hell was going on?

  “So you all know each other?” Dana asked.

  “Tanner and Diane and I have been friends forever,” Blair said.

  Diane Bleeker laughed. “Not exactly forever, Blair darling, but close enough.”

  Diane’s blond hair swirled elegantly around her long, graceful neck, and in her casual slacks and black cashmere pullover, she looked younger than Dana had first thought. She realized they’d all probably been in school together. She sipped her coffee. “That must have been fun—the three of you in school together.”

  “Well, Blair and Tanner were a little on the wild side,” Diane said self-righteously. “I was the model of decorum.”

  Blair snorted. “God, what an awful liar.”

  “Oh, all right,” Diane said, nudging Blair’s calf with her toe. “We all had our moments. But just look at us now. Tanner swore she never wanted the business. Never intended to settle down.” Diane shook her head “Now she’s married, to a career naval officer of all things, and you’re about to make a big public splash with a Fed.” She took Blair’s hand. “What a ride.”

  Blair gave Diane an affectionate look. “And it’s not over by a long shot.”

  Dana was struck once more by the clear and unself-conscious tenderness between the two women. Throw in Tanner Whitley and there had to be a great sidebar there, but the story was none of her business, and no one else’s either. She averted her gaze just in time to see Steph run her hand down the outside of Emory’s arm and briefly squeeze Emory’s hand.

  “Who is she, exactly?” Dana asked before she could stop herself.

  “Besides yummy, you mean?” Diane replied, her tone teasing.

  Dana hoped she wasn’t glowering.

  “She works for Tanner,” Blair repeated. “And she’s a friend.”

  A very good friend, at least of Emory’s from the looks of it. Dana couldn’t ever really recall being jealous before. Not the way she felt right now. Like she wanted to physically put herself between Steph and Emory and make some macho statement about ownership and beat her chest like an idiot. Emory would probably think she’d lost her mind. She probably had.

  “She and Emory look really good together, don’t you think?” Diane said, reaching for a bagel.

  “Stop it,” Blair muttered.

  Dana gritted her teeth.

  “I’m sorry.” Diane laughed. “But since I’m the only one who never gets to see her girlfriend, I’m allowed to act out a little bit.”

  “Where is Valerie, anyhow?” Dana asked.

  “I don’t recall mentioning her name,” Diane said, suddenly serious.

  “You didn’t have to.”

  “You’re really good at this reporter thing, aren’t you?”

  Dana grinned. “Some people think so.”

  “It’s not like you’re not going to see us together,” Diane went on. “At least, I hope you will. If Cameron decides to let her out of this building sometime in the next few days.”

  “Diane,” Blair said quietly.

  “It’s okay,” Dana said, surprising herself. “We’re off the record here. And I already figured out that Valerie is part of the OHS team. Diane’s not giving anything away.” She put her empty coffee cup and napkin aside and leaned forward, focusing on Blair. “I understand there are certain things that need to be kept confidential—like the identities of your security people and the members of the deputy director’s team. Being around everyone like this all the time, it’s pretty easy to figure out the players. I want you to understand that I don’t have any intention of compromising them.”

  “I believe you,” Blair said. “But you’re not the first reporter I’ve ever met. You have some biologic imperative to poke into things.”

  Dana grinned. “You’re right. I won’t deny it.”

  “And I also know that you have this obsessive need to not only inform, but to use the power of the press in the name of what you consider justice.”

  “Consider? Isn’t justice immutable?”

  Cam walked up behind Blair just as Dana asked the question and rested her hands on Blair’s shoulders. She leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Blair, murmured hello, then regarded Dana intently. “Not when justice depends upon the human assessment of merit, or of right and wrong.”

  “Then how do we administer it?” Dana asked.

  “We have laws,” Cam said. “And sometimes the course is so clear, the laws are redundant.”

  Blair covered Cam’s hand and squeezed gently, but her eyes were on Dana. “You may not quote that, Dana.”

  “I wasn’t going to. And for the record, I agree.” Dana stood, deciding it was time to meet Steph. “What are the plans when we get to Colorado?”

  Blair brightened. “If there’s enough snow, I’m going skiing.”

  “It’ll be dark,” Cam pointed out.

  Blair swiveled around to kneel on the couch, draped her arms around Cam’s shoulders, and pulled her down into a serious kiss. “There will be moonlight. You can do anything by moonlight.”

  Diane sighed. “Should I remind you that some of us are going to be solo for at least another day?”

  “I’m sorry,” Cam said apologetically. “She should be able to follow us tomorrow.”

  “If she doesn’t,” Diane said, poking Cam’s shoulder vigorously, “I’m going to hound you until she arrives. You haven’t experienced misery until you’ve been around me when I’m unrequited for too long.”

  Cam grinned. “I wasn’t aware that ever happened.”

  “Now can I quote you?” Dana asked.

  Laughing, Diane looped her arm through Dana’s and bent her head close. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you stand in for Valerie until she arrives at the resort. I hate being without an escort.”

  “You’re going to have to define stand in,” Dana said playfully.

  “That’s something I’ll have to think about.” Diane frowned. “And that’s certainly new.”

  Dana managed to avoid being captured in the hypnotic seductiveness of Diane’s sultry gaze, only to realize Emory was standing a few feet away watching them. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” Emory said with just the slightest bit of chill in her voice. “Have I missed out on plans for a party?”

  “Not my idea of a party,” Diane said wryly. “Blair is going skiing later.”

  “Good,” Emory said. “I hope they’ve got plenty of extra gear at the lodge, because I’m going to join her.”

  “I think everyone has lost their minds,” Diane said. “I for one intend to sit before the fire with a glass of wine and think about absolutely nothing at all.”

  “Do you ski, Dana?” Emor
y asked.

  “I do, but I have a feeling I’m going to be outclassed by everyone here.”

  “Well then you can join me by the fire.” Diane smiled mischievously. “Adding logs and whatnot to make sure we stay warm.”

  “Thanks,” Dana said, “but if Emory doesn’t mind company, I just might try the slopes.”

  “Company would be nice,” Emory said softly.

  “Good, then it’s a date,” Dana replied, fervently hoping that would be true.

  The colonel handed the binoculars to Matheson, who lay beside him in the snow on the side of a mountain in Colorado. A huge timber lodge and smaller cabins lay in a cleared area of forest a quarter mile below them. “The main lodge, the individual cabins, and the ski lift are in rifle range from here. The SSM is another alternative.” He turned and indicated one of several narrow, overgrown trails that ribboned through the snow-laden woods below them. “With snowmobiles we can traverse down the other side of the mountain to our vehicles and onto the interstate in under ten minutes.”

  “And you’ve prepared the rendezvous point for emergency evac?” Matheson asked, accepting the binoculars.

  “The vehicles are ready and waiting. The weapons too. All well camouflaged.”

  “You’re sure no one noticed your reconnaissance?”

  “The nearest village is six miles away, and it’s ski season. Lots of tourists. Plus, reporters are beginning to arrive in town. A few have already been up here trying to get an advance story from the innkeeper. No one paid any attention to me.” The colonel shrugged. “I’ve seen Secret Service people at the lodge, but they can’t cover the whole mountainside. With all the trails and heavy tree cover, even aerial recon is difficult. I imagine they’ll keep her under close protection when she’s outside.”

  “I’m glad she likes to ski.” Matheson studied the idyllic, rustic scene below them, imagining Blair Powell stepping out onto the wide front porch of the chalet in the morning sun and directly into his gun sights. So easy. So beautiful.

  He sighed. Taking her alive would be so much more difficult, and he wasn’t at all certain that the pleasure would be as intense. For now, he would keep his options open. After all, his friends were not the ones in charge, and never would be. This was his country.