Close Pursuit

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Because she barely knew him. Because he was naked, too. Because part of her wanted him to take advantage of the situation, and she was a big, fat chicken about that part of herself. Fantasizing about a dark, dangerous man like Alex Peters was one thing. Being naked and alone with him for real was another thing altogether. She didn’t want it to be that way, but it was. She was a fake, and she couldn’t handle a man like him.

Damn.

The promise of sex hanging thick and heavy in the air pulsed between them, pulling her toward him. An urge to run her hands over that magnificent body, to pull him to her, to make love to him, surged within her, startling her. Sure, she felt attracted to guys at work and joked around with her girlfriends about jumping various guys’ bones. But that was all in fun. This compulsion originated low in her belly, deep and primordial. Lust in its purest form. Mindless. Insistent.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured.

She resorted to mumbling, “You’re making me strip in front of you and you have to ask that?”

Something warm and soft dropped around her shoulders, making her lurch. It smelled of sandalwood and spice. His coat. “Sometimes I forget what an innocent you are. Wear this until I check out the rest of your clothes.”

The driving need she’d experienced at the sight of his naked body subsided, and she all but cried in her relief as she tossed her thong and bra over her shoulder to him. An innocent? Was she really, in spite of her best efforts to get people to let her grow up—and then it hit her. Other people weren’t preventing her from growing up. She was preventing herself from doing it. Chagrin roared through her. A real man was within arm’s length, naked or close to it, and she owed him sex. All she had to do was reach out and take it. And yet...

And yet. Fear held her back.

Alex worked in silence, turning each piece of clothing inside out, running his fingers carefully over each seam, examining tags and pockets and anywhere else a burr might be attached.

“How big would a tracking device be?” she asked curiously without turning around to see if he was still starkers.

“Depends on how big a battery it has and how long the person who plants it wants it to work. A short-term device, say, for a single day, could be the size of a pinhead. Something a little longer term, like I’d expect to get used on us, might be the size of a grain of rice.”

“Long grain or short grain?”

He chuckled briefly. “Okay. Your lingerie is clean.” A big, tanned hand emerged over her right shoulder, the lacy bits dangling from his fingertips. She snatched them from his hand and maneuvered into them awkwardly underneath his coat. Who would have guessed two tiny scraps of fabric could make her feel so much better?

Her shirt took longer, and her jeans longer still, to check. But eventually he passed them over her shoulder, and she was safely clothed once more. But no sooner had she pulled the shirt back over her head than Dawn started to fuss.

“She’s hungry again,” Alex announced.

Katie had been around a lot of little kids in her day, but not many infants. She would take his word for it. She scooped up the baby and the IV bag that he held out to her and moved over by the fire with her back to him to coax the baby to drink a little more.

It took giving Dawn her breast again to get the infant to swallow, and Katie pinched her own nipple, mortified at how turned on doing it made her, before Dawn could find it and latch on. The sensation of the tiny mouth sucking vigorously at her breast was overwhelming and confusing. It felt good, but not in a sexual way.

It also felt very wrong. Like she was co-opting a moment that belonged to someone else. That poor dead girl should be doing this. Although, given how much she’d hated Dawn, Katie doubted the mother would have fed the child. More likely, she’d have drowned the baby or suffocated her. Katie clutched Dawn more tightly and fell in love a little.

“I need my coat back,” Alex said apologetically. “I have to check it.”

She passed him the garment, and he stepped close to drape her coat over her shoulders. As he did so, he paused to watch the baby suckling at her breast and swallowing the IV fluid Katie was sneaking into the baby’s mouth.

“Beautiful sight,” he said in a hushed voice.

She looked up at him in surprise. That was the last thing she’d expected to hear from the dark, sexy bachelor.

He reached down to cup the baby’s tiny head in his hand for a moment. “Such a rotten start in life, baby Dawn. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save your mother.”

“You did your best. And if that girl had lived, I expect she would have killed Dawn as soon as they left us. Maybe this is how it was supposed to work out—that the baby lived and the mother did not. Goodness knows, that girl would have had some tall explaining to do if and when she married. Not only would she not have been a virgin, but her body would have shown the signs of having borne a child. She would have been beaten to death if she was lucky. Perhaps a quick end on that mountain was the merciful way for her to go.”

“God, the barbarism of it,” Alex muttered.

“If we take Dawn to America, she’ll grow up in a very different world.”

“There’s no ‘if’ about it. Not with that blond hair of hers. We have to take her with us. She’d be a pariah at best in this society and horribly abused at worst—assuming she were allowed to live at all.”

Katie shuddered and cuddled the infant a little closer. She was starting to feel downright maternal toward the small bundle of squirming warmth.

Alex went back to the business of inspecting his coat and then all the gear in his emergency pack, which he spread out over the floor of the cave. She was surprised to recognize an array of survival gear in among the medical supplies—energy bars, matches, Cyalume sticks, compass, water purification tablets.

“How is it that you had a whole backpack of medical and survival supplies ready and waiting to go last night?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Call it a hunch. Those rebel forces kept showing up at exactly our location and attacking, and it made me suspicious.”

“Of?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?” he demanded.

“When people are being cryptic with me, absolutely,” she declared.

He sighed. “I was suspicious of somebody not being happy we’re out here.”

“Are we in direct danger? And don’t dodge the question. I grew up listening to cops and soldiers. I know exactly what kind of danger we’re in if someone wants us dead.”

He shrugged. “I won’t ever bullshit you, Katie. That I promise. I may refuse to answer a question, but I won’t lie. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“I think someone not only knows we’re out here, but wants us dead. Which makes me question Doctors Unlimited. They are supposedly the only people who know we’re here. Someone within D.U. isn’t who they claim to be.”

“There’s a mole? Why would anyone spy on a humanitarian aid group?”

“That is the question, is it not?”

She thought hard. Placing and maintaining a full-blown mole had to be a difficult and expensive proposition for a spy agency. Why go to all that trouble to watch a bunch of doctors and nurses.... Unless they were not just doctors and nurses? She looked up at Alex and asked soberly, “What do you think D.U. does besides render medical aid?”

“I don’t know.”

“If you had to guess?”

He shrugged. “That’s obvious, isn’t it? They insert people right in the middle of the hottest conflicts on the planet with covers that make them more or less immune to attack or arrest.”

“Spies?” she breathed. “For whom?”

“You tell me.”

She stared at him, shocked. “I don’t know anything! I didn’t even work for D.U. until they needed a Zaghastani translator for you.”

Alex was studying her far too closely again. Like he was trying to look inside her soul and see what truth she was hiding from him.

“Maybe we’re just being paranoid,” she said a little desperately. “Maybe it’s coincidence that the fighting has flared up in the places we’ve been.”

He snorted. “I can calculate odds out to nine figures in my head in under a minute. And you don’t want to know how many zeros line up after the probability of it being random chance.”

She put her coat down on the rough bed and tucked Dawn back into her nest, now surrounded by hot rocks to keep her warm, and turned to Alex in the dancing firelight. “Do you trust D.U. enough to call and ask for transport out of here?”

A derisive snort was his only answer. Frankly, she shared the sentiment. If someone in the organization had set them up to be killed, she didn’t want to talk to D.U., either. She asked, “What do we do now?” Interesting that she had complete faith in him to have an alternative plan. No doubt about it, he was one of the smartest people she’d ever met.

“We’re going to get some rest and wait for dark.” A look of deep reluctance crossed his face. “There’s a place I know...not too far from here... I was really hoping not to have to go there.” Grim determination replaced the reluctance. “Can you hike twenty miles or so over rough terrain if we break it up into a couple of days of travel?”

“Depends on the terrain, but I guess so.”