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an awkward moment was to move through it. And since her presence would have been obvious in
another second, retreat was not possible.
Cam straightened and stepped back from Blair. "Agent Savard," she said easily.
Blair watched Cam's transition, more in fascination than anger. A second before, Cam's body had been
about to meld with hers. She had felt the heat and the urgency rippling under her fingers. Now, Cam
stood coolly, not a hint of disturbance or discomfort on her face. Blair had no doubt that Renee Savard
suspected what had been about to happen between them, but suspecting and observing were two
different things. Somehow, she did not think it would matter to Savard, but she had to admit that if it had
been Patrick Doyle who had walked through that doorway, it would have been difficult for both Cam
and herself. It was an acknowledgment she had been forced to make many times in her life. She had
been forced to be cautious, and sometimes she had been forced to hide. She hated it; she had never
accepted it; but there had been more than her personal integrity at stake. She had long recognized that
she would need a very good reason to fight. Watching Cam slip effortlessly into her professional persona,
she thought that perhaps she might finally have found that reason.
Chapter twenty-three
"We'll be briefing at 0900, Agent Savard," Cam said calmly as Savard started out of the kitchen with a
cup of coffee. Her voice was steady, but her autonomic nervous system was still responding to Blair's
hands on her. She felt her own hands trembling and buried them in the pockets of her jeans.
"Yes, ma'am," Savard replied, looking back from the doorway. The Commander met her gaze directly,
her gray eyes completely unreadable. It wasn't that hard to read Blair Powell's expression, however. She
was still looking at Cameron Roberts like she wanted to swallow her whole. Savard figured if she hadn't
walked in at such an indelicate moment, Blair might have been better able to hide her feelings. She usually
was.
"Anything you need from me in advance, Commander?" Savard asked, withdrawing onto safer ground.
She didn't imagine privacy was something either of these women had very much of, and it wasn't her job
to infringe on what little they had.
"I don't suppose you have a report from the FBI field team on when I'll have their videotapes from the
park, do you?"
For a moment, Savard looked away, embarrassed. She didn't want to admit that she was out of the
loop, and had been ever since she had told Doyle that she would be happy to work on the inside with
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Egret's security detail, but that she wouldn't pass him information outside of channels. He'd been angry,
but he couldn't order her to do it. It was a messy situation, but she was still FBI, and she'd keep their
dirty laundry private. She simply shook her head. "I've had no updates since arriving here, Commander."
Cam nodded, having expected nothing different. She knew Doyle would keep his intelligence reports
from her as long as he could. "That's all then."
Savard left without another word, and Cam turned to Blair, a rueful smile on her face. Blair's eyes were
still deep with desire and it took all of Cam's willpower not to touch her again. "I had better get to work.
We should have some food supplies within the hour, and your clothes will be coming later today. I sent
Grant back to the city this morning. I thought she would know what you needed."
"What about Stark?" Blair asked, unsuccessfully trying to ignore the lingering ache of arousal deep within
her. Much more of this torture and she was going to lose her mind. "Is she all right?"
"She was cleared for duty, but I suspect she's downplaying her symptoms," Cam said quietly, watching
Blair's fingers caress the side of her coffee mug.She has such sensitive fingers. She always manages to
find just the right spot, and then she strokes it so --. Cam swallowed, pulled her eyes away, and added,
"Since we won't be traveling for a few days, she may be okay."
Blair tore her gaze from Cam's mouth, which she had just been imagining on her skin, and asked sharply,
"You expect this to be an extended stay then?"
Cam moved, leaning against the opposite counter, needing the distance from Blair in the narrow space
so that she could concentrate. She was having trouble thinking about anything at the moment except the
way Blair touched her when she was hungry. "I don't know yet. At the very least, another day. I'm
hoping to have preliminary reports from the ATF bomb center in a few hours. I expect that the FBI
profiler and the ATF Commander will be here sometime later today for a briefing. All the videotapes
from our cameras and the FBI teams, if they cooperate, will be arriving here along with our computer
equipment this afternoon."
"Why can't I go home?" Blair asked softly, thinking that there she would at least be able to touch her,
justtouch her, without someone walking in on them.
Cam heard her unhappiness and wanted to hold her. Just long enough to comfort. "Your apartment
building is being checked this morning, just to be certain we don't have any breach in security there."
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an awkward moment was to move through it. And since her presence would have been obvious in
another second, retreat was not possible.
Cam straightened and stepped back from Blair. "Agent Savard," she said easily.
Blair watched Cam's transition, more in fascination than anger. A second before, Cam's body had been
about to meld with hers. She had felt the heat and the urgency rippling under her fingers. Now, Cam
stood coolly, not a hint of disturbance or discomfort on her face. Blair had no doubt that Renee Savard
suspected what had been about to happen between them, but suspecting and observing were two
different things. Somehow, she did not think it would matter to Savard, but she had to admit that if it had
been Patrick Doyle who had walked through that doorway, it would have been difficult for both Cam
and herself. It was an acknowledgment she had been forced to make many times in her life. She had
been forced to be cautious, and sometimes she had been forced to hide. She hated it; she had never
accepted it; but there had been more than her personal integrity at stake. She had long recognized that
she would need a very good reason to fight. Watching Cam slip effortlessly into her professional persona,
she thought that perhaps she might finally have found that reason.
Chapter twenty-three
"We'll be briefing at 0900, Agent Savard," Cam said calmly as Savard started out of the kitchen with a
cup of coffee. Her voice was steady, but her autonomic nervous system was still responding to Blair's
hands on her. She felt her own hands trembling and buried them in the pockets of her jeans.
"Yes, ma'am," Savard replied, looking back from the doorway. The Commander met her gaze directly,
her gray eyes completely unreadable. It wasn't that hard to read Blair Powell's expression, however. She
was still looking at Cameron Roberts like she wanted to swallow her whole. Savard figured if she hadn't
walked in at such an indelicate moment, Blair might have been better able to hide her feelings. She usually
was.
"Anything you need from me in advance, Commander?" Savard asked, withdrawing onto safer ground.
She didn't imagine privacy was something either of these women had very much of, and it wasn't her job
to infringe on what little they had.
"I don't suppose you have a report from the FBI field team on when I'll have their videotapes from the
park, do you?"
For a moment, Savard looked away, embarrassed. She didn't want to admit that she was out of the
loop, and had been ever since she had told Doyle that she would be happy to work on the inside with
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Egret's security detail, but that she wouldn't pass him information outside of channels. He'd been angry,
but he couldn't order her to do it. It was a messy situation, but she was still FBI, and she'd keep their
dirty laundry private. She simply shook her head. "I've had no updates since arriving here, Commander."
Cam nodded, having expected nothing different. She knew Doyle would keep his intelligence reports
from her as long as he could. "That's all then."
Savard left without another word, and Cam turned to Blair, a rueful smile on her face. Blair's eyes were
still deep with desire and it took all of Cam's willpower not to touch her again. "I had better get to work.
We should have some food supplies within the hour, and your clothes will be coming later today. I sent
Grant back to the city this morning. I thought she would know what you needed."
"What about Stark?" Blair asked, unsuccessfully trying to ignore the lingering ache of arousal deep within
her. Much more of this torture and she was going to lose her mind. "Is she all right?"
"She was cleared for duty, but I suspect she's downplaying her symptoms," Cam said quietly, watching
Blair's fingers caress the side of her coffee mug.She has such sensitive fingers. She always manages to
find just the right spot, and then she strokes it so --. Cam swallowed, pulled her eyes away, and added,
"Since we won't be traveling for a few days, she may be okay."
Blair tore her gaze from Cam's mouth, which she had just been imagining on her skin, and asked sharply,
"You expect this to be an extended stay then?"
Cam moved, leaning against the opposite counter, needing the distance from Blair in the narrow space
so that she could concentrate. She was having trouble thinking about anything at the moment except the
way Blair touched her when she was hungry. "I don't know yet. At the very least, another day. I'm
hoping to have preliminary reports from the ATF bomb center in a few hours. I expect that the FBI
profiler and the ATF Commander will be here sometime later today for a briefing. All the videotapes
from our cameras and the FBI teams, if they cooperate, will be arriving here along with our computer
equipment this afternoon."
"Why can't I go home?" Blair asked softly, thinking that there she would at least be able to touch her,
justtouch her, without someone walking in on them.
Cam heard her unhappiness and wanted to hold her. Just long enough to comfort. "Your apartment
building is being checked this morning, just to be certain we don't have any breach in security there."
Blair listened, trying to absorb the magnitude of the investigation, realizing that this was not something [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]