by Radclyffe
Dana smiled ruefully. “I don’t know. Every time?”
“You haven’t done anything you need to apologize for. You certainly don’t have to explain what you do or why you do it to me.” She started to rise. “I’m going to try and get a little sleep.”
“Do you want me to stay up here?”
Emory glanced across the room at Diane, and then quickly away. “That’s entirely up to you.”
Dana stood up quickly, blocking Emory’s path to the door. “I’m not interested in Diane Bleeker.”
“I think that’s really good,” Emory said, avoiding Dana’s eyes. “Because I think Valerie would shoot you.”
“I was just caught off guard there for a second when she…when I saw—”
“Don’t. For God’s sake, do you think I need to know why the sight of a beautiful woman arouses you?”
“It doesn’t,” Dana snapped. “Well, it does. Sometimes. Jesus.” She lowered her voice. “It certainly did an hour ago. Downstairs with you.”
“We had a deal, remember?” Emory sidled around her.
“That was a no-touch deal. Not a no-talk-about-it deal.”
Emory looked into Dana’s eyes. “I’m expanding the parameters of our agreement.”
“Why?”
“Because. I don’t know what I’m talking about half the time.”
Dana smiled. “That’s okay, I do.”
“Just concentrate on writing your article without jeopardizing Blair or Cam, okay?”
“I’m not going to jeopardize them.” Dana gripped her hand. “You said you were going to trust me. Did you forget about that too?”
Emory looked down at their joined hands and brushed her thumb over the top of Dana’s fingers. “I remember.”
A soon as Emory pulled her hand away, Dana wanted it back again. The tiny bit of contact made her almost dizzy. “Emory.”
A knock on the door prevented Emory from answering as everyone turned in that direction. Blair crossed the room and asked who was there.
“It’s Valerie.”
A look that Dana interpreted as worry, followed by resignation, crossed Blair’s face just before she opened the door.
Valerie stepped inside, her eyes going first to Diane, then settling on Blair. “I’m very sorry to disturb you. I need to speak with the deputy director.”
“She’s resting,” Blair said. “Can’t it wait?”
“I’m afraid not. I’m sorry.”
“Valerie,” Blair said so quietly Dana almost didn’t hear her. “She needs a few hours—”
Cam appeared from around the corner of the partition separating the kitchen from the bedroom beyond. “I’m awake.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be,” Blair said, rounding on her sharply.
“I’m still a little too wound up to sleep anyhow.” She slipped her arm around Blair’s shoulder and squeezed briefly. Then she turned to Valerie, her entire body instantly on alert. “Do you need me downstairs?”
Valerie scanned the room. “Here is fine, if we could talk alone for a few minutes.”
“Let’s go in the other room.” Cam led Valerie down the hall and they disappeared.
Silence fell and no one moved. Blair looked like she wanted to follow Cam, but didn’t. Dana definitely wasn’t leaving unless someone ordered her to. Then Emory sat back down on the sofa.
“Well,” Diane said with a sigh, “I guess I might as well get dressed.”
Blair braced both arms on the granite countertop and lowered her head. After a pause, she looked up, her face composed. “I’ll make coffee.”
Chapter Seventeen
“What have you got?” Cam didn’t want to give in to the pain in her chest and right side. Compromising, she sat on the side of the bed because standing upright hurt enough to be distracting, and she needed to focus on what Valerie was about to tell her. Although Valerie’s ivory blouse and black slacks were barely wrinkled, Cam doubted she’d been to bed at all in thirty-six hours. “Sit down. You look beat.”
“Are you hurt badly?” Valerie asked, shaking her head when Cam indicated a nearby chair.
Cam relayed the details of the event. “Early and the van driver are dead. Renée and I are still walking around, but the two local agents with us both ended up in surgery.”
“Matheson? Or friendly fire?”
Cam smiled bitterly. “What’s your guess?”
Valerie folded her arms under her breasts and leaned back against the wall. “Considering the time frame—less than twelve hours from the time you made arrangements to interview him and your arrival there? I’d put my money on the Company.”
“If you’re right, that means our communications are completely transparent. Probably someone in DC is monitoring our reports and requests.”
“Unless of course you’ve got a Company mole inside your team.”
Cam regarded Valerie steadily. “We don’t.”
“You trust me?”
“I do. And so do the others.” Cam suspected from the strain in Valerie’s eyes that she’d been driving herself hard searching for some clue as to who might have been behind the most recent attack.
“What do you suggest we do about locking down our security?” Valerie asked.
“We don’t go outside our team for anything. We fly private. We drive rental cars. We use our own people or Tanner’s people if we need backup.”
Valerie rubbed her arms as if she were cold. “I think…”
“What?”
“You might consider sending disinformation to Washington.”
“You’re suggesting that I mislead the White House chief of staff and the president’s security adviser?”
“That’s what I would do, but I’m not sure that my advice is good for your career.” Valerie smiled thinly. “I’m not exactly trained to work inside the system.”
Cam laughed. “My career path has been a bit uncertain since the moment I saw Blair Powell. And since September, it’s the last thing I’m worried about. Right now, I agree with you—we don’t know who we can trust, so the best course is to trust no one except each other.” She rotated her shoulder and tried to rub some of the stiffness out of her left arm. “You came down here with news, I take it.”
“The FBI has been watching a suspected cell in the Buffalo area for the last six months. Reports show an increase in activity since September,” Valerie said.
“What kind of activity?”
“New faces turning up, more phone calls, and a rash of Internet communications in the last few weeks.”
“How’d we get this?”
“You wanted us pulling intelligence from all sectors on suspected domestic activity, and when reports from this area went hot, Felicia started monitoring everything coming out of the local field office up there. When several cell members made calls to the same number, the FBI started monitoring that number on the theory it belonged to the ringleader. Last night whoever is using the target phone called someone in Virginia.”
“Virginia. After the prison van was hit.”
“That’s right. Possibly unrelated.”
Cam knew there had to be more. “Did we get a fix on who was called?”
Valerie shook her head, obviously frustrated. “No. Cell phones. We got as far as the local tower, but no trace after that.”
“But we know where the tower’s located?”
“Felicia’s got that. It’s not much of a lead, but we know Matheson has connections in that area.”
“It’s more than we’ve had. Let’s see if we can narrow down the location.” Cam stood. “Pull addresses and property records on Matheson’s family, his academy graduates, any and all known associates, the detainees from the raid on his compound, and known patriot members. Look for anything within a hundred-mile radius of that tower.”
When Cam started toward the hall, Valerie stopped her with a hand on her arm. “You should get some sleep.”
“I’m good for a couple more hours.”
“Mayb
e, but you look like hell.” Valerie laughed quietly when Cam frowned. “And Blair’s been up all night. Waiting to hear about your status was rough on her. Chances are we won’t come up with anything, and if we do, it’s going to take more than a couple of hours. Felicia knows what to do until you get there, but I’ll go over your directives with her.”
Cam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Blair wants to leave for Colorado tomorrow. If we’re closing in on Matheson, I need to be here.”
“All the more reason to spend some time with her now. Take a few hours.”
Cam glanced at the bedside clock. “I’ll be down by noon.”
“I’ll clear everyone out of here so you two can get some rest.”
“You should take a break yourself,” Cam said.
“As soon as I go over things with Felicia.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion, you know.”
“I know.”
“Thanks for handling everything here last night,” Cam said, relenting and sitting back down on the bed. “And thank you for looking after Blair.”
“You don’t need to thank me.” Valerie smiled wryly. “And Blair doesn’t want anyone except you to look after her.”
“All the same, thank you for keeping her safe.”
“You can always count on us to do that.” Valerie paused. “But you can’t keep doing this to her, Cameron.”
Valerie left and Cam slowly removed her clothes. She lay back and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t obliterate the memory of Blair’s torment and the knowledge that she had been the cause of it.
*
Dana sat on the arm of the sofa in her temporary apartment watching Emory gather her things. “You could always stay here, you know, until we leave tomorrow. You wouldn’t have to pay for another night at the hotel.”
Emory folded the sweats and T-shirt that she’d borrowed from Blair and stacked them on a nearby chair. She wore another outfit of Blair’s, jeans and a dark green sweater, for the trip back to her hotel. She’d had to roll the cuffs of the jeans several times to make up for the difference in their height. “That’s probably not a great idea. Would you mind returning these to Blair later today?”
“Sure. Why is it not a good idea?”
“Are you intentionally being dense?”
Dana grinned. “I try not to make assumptions.”
Emory cut her a look. “There’s something very strange going on between us, and I think it’s better if we get a little distance.”
“It’s called attraction,” Dana said completely seriously, “and I don’t think distance is the answer.”
“What is the answer?”
“Ordinarily, I’d suggest a date,” Dana said, “but I’m here on assignment and my schedule, as you might have noticed, is constantly changing. I can’t very well take you out to dinner when Blair might decide she wants to hop a plane to Colorado.”
Emory shrugged. “You’re right. Bad timing.” She collected her purse and grabbed her coat out of the closet by the door. “Besides, I don’t date women.”
“Yet.”
“You are remarkably sure of yourself.” Emory thought she should probably be annoyed, but she wasn’t really. Part of her wanted to stay exactly where she was. Actually, part of her very much wanted Dana to kiss her. And that was why she knew she should leave.
“I’m not sure of anything where you’re concerned,” Dana said, moving closer. She took Emory’s coat and held it for her. When Emory turned to slip her arms into it, Dana pressed against her back, rubbing her hands over Emory’s shoulders and down her arms. She put her mouth close to Emory’s ear. “But I know the last thing I want is distance between us.” She skimmed Emory’s hair back with the tips of her fingers, exposing her neck, and kissed her softly behind the ear. “If you stay here, we can get to know each other better.”
Emory shivered and closed her eyes, glad that Dana couldn’t see her face because she wouldn’t be able to hide what that kiss had done to her. She leaned her back into the front of Dana’s body and felt Dana’s hands tighten on her arms. Dana’s breath blew hot and fast against her skin. “You’re breaking the no-touch rule.”
“I know,” Dana whispered, her voice husky. “I’m sorry. I stood it as long as I could. God, you smell good.”
“It’s Ivory soap.” Emory laughed shakily.
“Don’t ever wear anything else.” Dana slid her arms around Emory’s waist and slipped her hands inside Emory’s coat, pulling Emory more tightly against her.
Dana’s hands rested on the sweater covering Emory’s abdomen, and Emory could easily imagine those bold and possessive hands on her skin. She couldn’t remember ever wanting to be kissed more than she did at that moment, and she worried that she was allowing herself to be attracted to Dana’s attraction to her. Dana was, after all, infuriatingly charming and relentlessly sexy. “I don’t do one-night stands.”
“Thank you for telling me that,” Dana said quietly, turning Emory to face her. She put her hands back inside Emory’s coat, resting them on her waist just above her hips. She ran her thumbs up and down Emory’s abdomen. “But I don’t want to go to bed with you.”
“You don’t?” Emory had a hard time focusing on anything except the fiercely intent expression in Dana’s eyes and the pleasure that spiraled from beneath Dana’s hands into her depths. She was horribly, terribly aroused and frighteningly close to letting something happen she would regret. And she couldn’t seem to stop.
“No,” Dana murmured. “This is what I want.”
As Dana leaned closer, Emory knew she was about to be kissed, but the reality was nothing like she had expected. True, Dana’s mouth was soft and hot and certain, but Dana was surprisingly patient. She took her time, teasing Emory with the tip of her tongue, waiting for Emory to kiss her back. Caught off guard by the gentle invitation, Emory responded, stroking over the surface of Dana’s lips and tongue because it just felt so damn good. She clasped a hand behind Dana’s neck and sank into her, moving against her in a way completely foreign to her and so completely right. She pulled away from the kiss and struggled to control her out-of-control body. “I don’t…I can’t…”
“Shh,” Dana said as she caressed Emory’s cheek. Her hand trembled. “We’re not. It’s okay.” She kissed her again, slowly, and drew back. Her chest heaved and she fought to steady her breathing. “I was thinking we could start simple. You know, with a kiss or two.”
Emory nodded dumbly, trying to envision kissing her—just kissing—without bursting into flames. Well, she’d never been afraid of a challenge. “Okay. Yes. That sounds reasonable.”
Dana grinned. “Reasonable.”
“You suggested it,” Emory said hotly. “So don’t look so damn supercilious.”
“Hey,” Dana said, raising both hands in surrender. There was no reason Emory had to know she wanted her so badly she ached all over. She needed to get a grip on her runaway libido just as much as Emory needed time to get comfortable with hers. Then they could have a nice, adult interaction with no one getting disappointed or hurt. “I agree. Reasonable is good.”
“You agree?” Emory asked suspiciously.
“I do. Absolutely. How about I walk you back to your hotel. You can tell me all about tissue engineering on the way.”
“All right, but that doesn’t mean I’m coming back here later.”
“I promise. No expectations.” Dana just had to figure out how to convince her body of that.
*
Blair pulled the shades and stripped by the side of the bed. Slipping under the sheets, she turned on her side to face Cam. She stroked Cam’s hair and kissed her cheek. “Valerie ordered everyone out, and me to bed.”
“And you listened?” Cam teased.
“I could hardly disagree.” Blair snuggled closer, drawing one leg over Cam’s thigh. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. The Motrin kicked in.” Cam urged Blair down into the position they normally slept in, with Blair’s cheek on Cam�
��s shoulder, and kissed her forehead. “Both of us could stand to get some sleep.”
Blair smoothed her hand over Cam’s chest and down the center of her abdomen. “What did Valerie need to see you about?”
Cam hesitated, her natural instinct not to worry Blair surfacing even as she knew what she had to do. What Blair needed her to do. “We got a little bit of a break. We might have a lead as to Matheson’s whereabouts.”
“What will you do if you find him?”
Blair’s tone was casual, but Cam felt her tense and the hand that had been playing over her abdomen grew still. “We’ll go after him.”
“We?”
“The last time I shared our intelligence, someone warned him and he slipped through our net.” Cam couldn’t keep the fury from her voice. “That’s not going to happen again.”
“But I thought that was because Valerie’s handler was working with Matheson and tipped him off. There’s no way that can happen again.”
Cam sighed. “No, that particular leak has been taken care of. But I can’t trust that he was the only one who wanted Matheson to succeed, and what happened yesterday afternoon makes me suspect Matheson has more friends on the inside than we realize.”
Blair sat up so she could look directly into Cam’s face. And so that Cam could see hers. “I understand, I really do. I know he has to be stopped. I know how badly you want to stop him.” What she had to ask next—opening herself, revealing herself—went against every instinct and everything she was, but she did it without hesitation. Cam meant that much to her. “I need it not to be you who goes after him. Please, Cam. Send someone else.”
“Ah, baby,” Cam murmured. She wanted him dead, but she could live with him behind bars. What she couldn’t live with was him free to come after Blair again or help orchestrate another savage attack that could cost hundreds, possibly thousands of lives. Matheson and everything he represented was the reason she did what she did. In many ways, fighting men like him made her who she was. Valerie’s voice played in her mind. You can’t keep doing this to her, Cameron.
For as long as she could remember, Cam had relied on her duty to give her a sense of purpose and meaning, even in the darkest moments. After Janet had been killed and she’d been tormented by guilt, when she’d felt dead inside and disconnected from everything in her life, her duty and Valerie’s humanity had been her only salvation. She was not that person any longer, and she had other duties, perhaps even a greater duty, beyond that to her country. “We have no evidence that he has a large force with him. Hopefully I’ll only need a small team to apprehend him.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll put Savard in charge.”
