LITMIR.BIZ

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all dusty.”

      He made a sound deep in his throat. “You can brush me off.”

      She grinned wickedly. “Now that’s what I call incentive!”

      He chuckled. “Cut it out. We’ve got a serious and sensitive situation here.”

      “So you intimated on the phone.” She glanced around the airport. “Where’s baggage claim? I brought some tools and electronic equipment, too.”

      “How about clothes?”

      She stared at him blankly. “What do I need with a lot of clothes cluttering up my equipment case? These are wash-and-wear.”

      He made another sound. “You can’t expect to go to a restaurant in that!”

      “Why not? And who’s taking me to any restaurant?” she demanded. “You never do.”

      He shrugged. “I’m going to do penance while we’re out here.”

      Her eyes sparkled. “Great! Your bed or mine?”

      He laughed in spite of himself. She was the only person in his life who’d ever been able to make him feel carefree, even briefly. She lit fires inside him, although he was careful not to let them show too much. “You never give up, do you?”

      “Someday you’ll weaken,” she assured him. “And I’m prepared. I have a week’s supply of Trojans in my fanny pack….”

      He managed to look shocked. “Cecily!”

      She shrugged. “Women have to think about these things. I’m twenty-three, you know.” She added, “You came into my life at a formative time and rescued me from something terrible. Can I help it if you make other potential lovers look like fried sea bass by comparison?”

      “I didn’t bring you out here to discuss your lack of lovers,” he pointed out.

      “And here I hoped you were offering yourself up as an educational experience,” she sighed.

      He glared down at her as they walked toward baggage claim.

      “Okay,” she said glumly. “I’ll give up, for now. What do you want me to do out here?” she added, and sounded like the professional she really was. “You mentioned something about skeletal remains.”

      He looked around them before he spoke. “We had a tip,” he told her, “that a murder could be solved if we looked in a certain place. About twenty years ago, a foreign double agent went missing near Tulsa. He was carrying a piece of microfilm that identified a mole in the CIA. It would be embarrassing for everybody if this is him and the microfilm surfaced now.”

      “I gather that your mole has moved up in the world?”

      “Don’t even ask,” he told her, then, with a smile he added, “I don’t want to have to put you in the witness protection program. All you have to do is tell me if this DB is the one we’re looking for.”

      “Dead body,” she translated. Then she frowned. “I thought you had an expert out here.”

      “You can’t imagine what sort of damned expert these guys brought with them.”

      Yes, she could, but she didn’t say anything.

      “Besides,” he added with a quick glance, “you’re discreet. I know from experience that you don’t tell everything you know.”

      “What did your expert tell you about the body?”

      “That it’s very old,” he said with exaggerated awe. “Probably thousands of years old!”

      “Why do you think it isn’t?”

      “For one thing, there’s a .32 caliber bullet in the skull.”

      “Well, that rather lets out a Paleo-Indian hunter,” she agreed.

      “Sure it does. But I need an expert to say so, or the case will be summarily dropped. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want a former KGB mole making policy for me.”

      “Me, neither,” she said inelegantly. “You do realize that somebody could have been out to the site and used the skull for target practice?”

      He nodded. “Can you date the remains?”

      “I don’t know. Carbon dating is best, but it takes time. I’ll do the best I can.”

      “That’s good enough for me. Experts in Paleo-Indian archaeology aren’t thick on the ground in the ‘company’ these days. You were the only person I could think of to call.”

      “I’m flattered.”

      “You’re good,” he said. “That’s not flattery.” Changing the subject, he asked, “What have you got in those cases if you didn’t bring clothes?”

      “A laptop computer with a modem and fax, a cellular phone, assorted digging tools, including a collapsible shovel, two reference works on human skeletal remains.”

      She was struggling with the case. He reached out and took it from her, testing the weight. “Good God, you’ll get a hernia dragging this thing around. Haven’t you ever heard of luggage carriers?”

      “Sure. I have three. They’re all back in D.C. in my closet.”

      He led the way to a sport utility vehicle. He put her bags in the back and opened the door for her.

      Cecily wasn’t beautiful, but she had a way about her. She was intelligent, lively, outrageous and she made him feel good inside. She could have become his world, if he’d allowed her to. But he was full-blooded Lakota, and she was not. If he ever married, something his profession made unlikely, he didn’t like the idea of mixed blood.

      He got in beside her and impatiently reached for her seat belt, snapping it in place. “You always forget,” he murmured, meeting her eyes.

      Her breath came uneasily through her lips as she met that level stare and responded helplessly to it. He was handsome and sexy and she loved him more than her own life. She had for years. But it was a hopeless, unreturned adoration that left her unfulfilled. He’d never touched her, not even in the most innocent way. He only looked.

      “I should close my door to you,” she said huskily. “Refuse to speak to you, refuse to see you, and get on with my life. You’re a constant torment.”

      Unexpectedly he reached out and touched her soft cheek with just his fingertips. They smoothed down to her full, soft mouth and teased the lower lip away from the upper one. “I’m Lakota,” he said quietly. “You’re white.”

      “There is,” she said unsteadily, “such a thing as birth control.”

      His face was very solemn and his eyes were narrow and intent on hers. “And sex is all you want from me, Cecily?” he asked mockingly. “No kids, ever?”

      It was the most serious conversation they’d ever had. She couldn’t look away from his dark eyes. She wanted him. But she wanted children, too, eventually. Her expression told him so.

      “No, Cecily,” he continued gently. “Sex isn’t what you want at all. And what you really want, I can’t give you. We have no future together. If I marry one day, it’s important to me that I marry a woman with the same background as my own. And I don’t want to live with a young, and all too innocent, white woman.”

      “I wouldn’t be innocent if you’d cooperate for an hour,” she muttered outrageously.

      His dark eyes twinkled. “Under different circumstances, I would,” he said, and there was suddenly something hot and dangerous in the way he looked at her as the smile faded from his chiseled lips, something that made her heart race even faster. “I’d love to strip you and throw you onto a bed and bend you like a willow twig under my body.”

      “Stop!” she whispered theatrically. “I’ll swoon!”

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