Are Men From Mars? - Candy Halliday Mills & Boon Silhouette

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I’m sure Dr. Morgan is hungry. Pick up a few sandwiches, some fruit and anything else you can find. And give us at least an hour alone. We need to have a little talk.”

      Maddie sent an anxious glance after her bodyguard when he disappeared through the door. “What now, Captain Hawkins?” she asked with false bravado. “Is this where you send away any witnesses so you can rough me up? Are you going to force me to admit I’m some international spy when I’m not? Use some type of Chinese water torture, maybe? Try some shock therapy on me?”

      Better yet, why don’t you just kiss me to death?

      Maddie panicked. She couldn’t have these thoughts now. Not with him standing less than ten feet away! Still, her mind kept yelling I’ll admit to anything, for just one kiss. I’ll admit to being a spy. I’ll even admit to being a pistol-toting gun moll. You name the role. I’ll play it!

      He kept looking at her so strangely Maddie feared she had actually spoken the words aloud. She breathed a thankful sigh of relief when he slowly shook his head and said, “You’ve seen too many old war movies if you really expect me to use any type of torture on you, Dr. Morgan.”

      You’re torturing me now, just looking in my direction!

      He walked calmly to the opposite side of the room and placed the clothing on the table. Then he reached inside the small refrigerator and pulled out two cans of soda before turning back to face her. “I think you’d better sit down for this conversation.”

      Maddie accepted the soda, but not his suggestion. “I’ll stand, thank you,” she told him, deciding it might be safer if she stayed on her feet. Besides, she wasn’t taking any chances. Now that her usually suppressed libido had assumed a life of its own, something as innocent as sitting on the love seat might quickly turn into something else. Something like her stretching out seductively in a come-on pose and beckoning him to follow.

      When he seated himself in the recliner a safe distance away, Maddie felt like cheering.

      “First, I want to apologize,” he said, never taking his eyes from her face. “I’m sorry I had to destroy your film.”

      He caught Maddie off guard with that statement. Especially since she could tell he was sincere. There was no trace of mockery hiding in those dark brown eyes of his. No hidden agenda. No game playing. No deceit.

      “Apology accepted,” Maddie told him. She assumed his apology meant she was no longer a spy suspect. “I owe you an apology, too. For climbing that fence and for causing you all this trouble. And if there’s a fine for trespassing, Captain Hawkins, I’ll gladly pay it. But I can’t stress enough how important it is that I’m released as soon as possible. If I’m detained much longer I could lose any chance of finding—”

      He cut her off before she could finish. “I’m sorry, Dr. Morgan, but there are a few complications you don’t understand.”

      “What kind of complications?” Maddie asked suspiciously.

      By the time he got to the top secret part, Maddie deeply regretted her question.

      3

      BRAD HAD KNOWN HE WOULD BE taking a big gamble if he told his prisoner the truth. In fact, under different circumstances he could have even been facing a court martial for divulging classified information. But like the old man had said himself, this wasn’t your typical situation. Typical rules, therefore, simply did not apply.

      And that had been the deciding factor for Brad to place all the cards right out on the table. They were caught up in a bizarre situation. If he wanted her full cooperation, Brad knew he needed to tell the professor the truth. Instinct told him her own integrity wouldn’t let him down.

      By the time he finally finished his lengthy explanation, Brad noticed she had wandered over to the love seat after all, and was now sitting stiffly on the edge of her seat with a panicked expression on her face. And then, from out of the blue, came the overwhelming urge to comfort her; to take her gently into his arms and kiss away the lines of worry that were now marring her beautiful face.

      Whoa! Talk about a red alert.

      He wasn’t the comforting type. Sure, she’d been handed a raw deal, but she’d have to suck it up and deal with it. Besides, only seconds earlier comforting her had been the last thing on his mind. He’d have to be dead not to find her attractive. Earlier, as he’d watched her pace around the room, all he could think about was wanting her naked. Plain and simple. Naked he could handle.

      But being tempted to comfort her?

      That was scary.

      Purging any thoughts of comforting her from his mind, Brad said, “I hope you’ll agree protecting national security takes precedence over the research you were doing on your butterfly.”

      She nodded, but continued sitting on the edge of the love seat with a vacant stare.

      “And not to make light of things, but this is one of those situations where you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

      She glanced in his direction this time. “I don’t agree with that statement,” she said defiantly. “In fact, I think I was in the right place at the right time, or I never would have found the butterfly I was searching for.”

      “We could argue the point for hours, but it wouldn’t change the situation,” Brad tossed back. “The fact still remains protecting this mission has to take top priority.”

      She frowned. “Tell me, Captain. If this mission is so top secret, how did you get permission to tell me all of the details?”

      Brad smiled, having anticipated she would ask that very question. “What was the point in insulting your intelligence? You’ve already seen the Black Ghost. You’ve even ridden in it. You had to realize it wasn’t your everyday run-of-the-mill helicopter.”

      She seemed pleased with his answer. “You’re right. And then when you destroyed my film…”

      “You realized it was the helicopter I was trying to protect?” Brad finished for her.

      She nodded. “I suspected as much.”

      “I was counting on the fact that if I explained the seriousness of the situation, you’d be willing to give me your full cooperation,” he added for good measure.

      “Well, of course, I’ll give you my full cooperation now that I know the circumstances,” she said, sounding insulted that he might think otherwise. “I am a responsible citizen, Captain Hawkins, despite my one bad decision to climb that fence.”

      “Good. Because I’m going to need your full cooperation. And that’s an understatement.”

      She sent him a blank stare. “Do I dare ask why?”

      Brad tossed his empty soda can in a small waste-basket sitting by the recliner and left his chair. Walking toward the bookcase, he hoped what little ground he’d been gaining over the last few minutes wouldn’t be lost when the full magnitude of the situation was finally revealed to the woman with whom he was destined to be spending the next three days.

      However, just to be on the safe side, Brad purposely sent her an apologetic look when he picked up the television remote and reluctantly punched the button.

      MADDIE GASPED WHEN A close-up of Mary Beth instantly filled the screen.

      “Thank you for being so patient with me,” Mary Beth told the handsome TV reporter in what Maddie immediately recognized as her sister’s theatrical voice. “I’m still shaking so badly, I can hardly sit in this chair.” As proof, Mary Beth held out her trembling hands for the reporter to see.

      Maddie frowned.

      “Well, of course, you’ve been shaken up,” the reporter sympathized as he reached out to pat those poor shaking fingers. “Who wouldn’t be after what you’ve been through?”

      Mary

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