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“They’re Tanner’s people,” Cam said. “Stark probably called ahead once we were out of range of the city and filled Tanner in on what happened.”

Despite Cam’s assurances that the figures posed no threat, Cam and Savard got out of the limo first and closed the door, leaving Blair and Diane shielded inside.

“I don’t know how you stand it,” Diane said. “It’s all so horrible.”

Blair slid across the space between the facing seats and put an arm around her. “Try not to think about it right now, honey. We’ll get you inside and once we’re safe, you’ll feel better.”

Diane laughed harshly. “Safe? That’s just an illusion, and I bet you’ve known that all along, haven’t you?” She touched Blair’s face as if seeing her for the very first time. “You’ve known you could never be safe, so there was no reason to let them pretend to protect you.”

When the door opened and Cam leaned in, Blair didn’t move but smiled over at her. “I’ll be right out, darling.”

“Go with her,” Diane said. “I’m all right.”

“No you’re not. None of us are.” Blair rubbed Diane’s arm and rocked her gently as Cam moved away. “You’re partly right, you know—about my being guarded. I used to think there was no real need for protection and I resented them for trying, especially when it meant having them in my life twenty-four hours a day. I still hate it—everything about it—but mostly I hate that one of them could be hurt trying to protect me. But they’re very good and they’ve saved my life and I trust them with it, now. All of them.” She took a deep breath. “And I know that I need them.”

Diane shivered. “I saw Paula jump in front of you and I saw her get shot. Thank God, it was just a millisecond, but I saw her body jerk, and I’ll never forget the shock on her face.” She looked down at her hands which were clasped tightly in her lap. “All the way back here, I kept wondering if Valerie’s already dead. If someone—”

“She’s not, and you can’t think that way.” Blair took Diane’s face between her hands. “You never give up. Okay? It’s not allowed. We will win.”

“God,” Diane laughed unsteadily. “You’re turning into one of them.”

“Bite your tongue.” Blair released Diane and opened the door. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

Tanner stood waiting with Cam next to the vehicle. As Blair and Diane slid out, she wrapped her arms around both of them. “Hey, you two okay?”

“Just shaky,” Diane said.

“We’ve got a fire going and a nice bottle of wine waiting for you,” Tanner said.

“I don’t even want to think about why you need your security people,” Blair whispered against Tanner’s ear, “but I owe you for the rest of my life for them.” She closed her eyes, trying to banish the sight of Cam lying on the floor. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t even go there,” Tanner said grimly. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there myself.”

“You did exactly what we needed.” Blair eased away from Tanner. “Is Emory inside already?”

“Yes, she volunteered to check out Stark and Tanner’s security guard.” Cam wrapped her arm around Blair’s waist as they walked to the house. “Stark took a hard hit and I ordered her to stand down. I’m sorry, but I need to contact Wozinski to find out what’s going on back there.”

“I understand. Just promise me you’ll try to get some sleep tonight, too.” Blair held the door open and waited until everyone else disappeared inside before asking, “Do you need something for your ribs?”

“No, it’s tolerable. I’ll wrap this up just as soon as I can.” Cam cupped the back of Blair’s neck and kissed her gently. “I love you.”

Blair kissed her back, far less gently. “I love you too.”

“If that’s a come on, I might be too tired to deliver tonight,” Cam said.

“It is, but I think I’m too tired to accept delivery.” Blair gave her a gentle push. “Go do what you have to do. There’s always a shower to look forward to in a few hours.”

“Where’s Diane?” Blair asked when she looked in on Adrienne and Felicia in the living room.

“She wanted to be alone,” Adrienne said. “Do you think she’s all right?”

“She will be,” Blair said. “It’s the first time she’s ever been shot at.”

“If she needs a little escape from all of this, she can stay with Tanner and me,” Adrienne said. “The atmosphere around here might be a little intense for her the next few days.”

“Tanner never mentioned you had such a knack for understatement.”

“Speaking of my spouse,” Adrienne said, rising, “I should find her and get her home before she decides to stand guard herself.” She glanced at Blair. “She’s more than willing, if you need her—”

Blair shook her head. “No. And you’ve both done enough. We’re fine.”

“We’ve got plenty of people to secure this location,” Felicia added, setting her coffee aside and standing as well. “I’m going to check in with the commander.”

“And I want to see Emory,” Blair said.

She bade the others goodnight and walked down the hall to the bedroom the agents used when they were off-shift. As she knocked on the partially open door, it swung open before she could catch it, affording her a glimpse of Emory Constantine leaning over a semi-nude young woman stretched out on the bed. Steph Fletcher, one of Tanner’s security guards.

“Sorry.” Blair started to close the door.

“That’s all right,” Emory called. “We’re done.”

Blair stepped inside as Emory drew a sheet up to the shoulders of the wiry, short haired redhead. “I’m going to leave my cell number right here on the bedside table.” Emory crossed to a small desk and scribbled something on a piece of paper that she then placed next to the redhead’s holstered weapon. “Six hours of bed rest, minimum. If your chest pain gets worse, you develop a cough, or you feel lightheaded, call me immediately. Otherwise, I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

“Look, thanks.” Steph was already pushing herself up, clearly intent on returning to duty. “I really appreciate everything, but—”

“You know, Steph,” Blair said conversationally. “I bet Tanner would put you right on the inactive list if she thought you weren’t a hundred percent. Not that anyone would tell her…”

Steph groaned and flopped back down. “Okay. Okay, I got it. Roger on the six hours bed rest.”

“Thank you.” Emory followed Blair into the hall. “Is there someone who can give me a ride to a hotel?”

“We have plenty of room right here,” Blair said as they returned to the living room. “You can stay here until Cam is sure that it’s safe for you to go home.”

“I don’t know precisely what went on in that hallway, but I heard some of the conversation among the agents on the way here. That man…that man might have been trying to kill me. I certainly can’t endanger you or—”

“No one is going to let you leave, Emory, and no one wants you to.” Blair found a half-empty bottle of wine, refilled her glass, and poured another for Emory. “I’d be very grateful if you’d look at Cam later. She’s been through a lot this past week and…” She realized her hand was trembling and put the glass down abruptly.

“Of course I’ll look at her,” Emory said.

“Thank you. Is there anyone you need to call? The White House will take care of devising some story for the press, but if there’s someone who’s going to be worried about where you are tonight—”

“No, there isn’t.” Emory reached for her wine. “Since my divorce last year, I’ve been living in the family home with my mother. She travels a lot, as do I, so it works out very well for both of us. Right now she’s in Milan.”

Blair curled up on the sofa and regarded Emory thoughtfully. “Well then, consider yourself our guest.”

“All right. Of course.” Emory gestured to her evening dress. “Do you have clothes I can borrow? One of the security guards gave me his jacket in the car, but I gave that back to him when we got here.”

“Between Diane and me, I’m sure we can outfit you.”

“In that case, I gratefully accept. I can e-mail my chief technician with instructions for the lab in the morning. This will give me a chance to check on Steph again, too.”

“Is she badly hurt?”

Emory shook her head. “I don’t think so, but blunt trauma to the chest can be tricky. I’d feel better if I could x-ray her and get a cardiogram, but that’s out of the question.”

“If you think it’s necessary, Tanner is very good at making arrangements for that sort of thing without a lot of fuss.”

“You mean no records?”

“Pretty much.”

“Somehow I get the feeling none of this is new to you.”

Blair sighed, kicked off her shoes, and propped her feet on a leather hassock. Sometime in the last year she’d gotten used to living with danger. Not just the vague and barely countenanced possibility of harassment or kidnapping that she’d grown up with, but the life and death reality of bombs and bullets. Her lover had almost died, her friends had been shot, and she had been exposed to a potentially lethal bioweapon. “No, it’s not new.” She smiled wearily at Emory. “And I don’t think it’s going to go away—ever.”

“What the hell went wrong?” Matheson barked into the cell phone as he paced in his motel room. The need to change locations frequently and the inability to easily access his funds were wearing on him.

“He wasn’t a professional, sir, and the targets were very well covered,” the colonel said. “We knew using a civilian might be a problem.”

Matheson sighed. “It was still a good plan to use someone who would be seen as targeting Constantine, but relying on amateurs is too risky. We’re going to have to handle this ourselves.”

“It won’t be easy without inside help, sir.”

“According to my friend in the Company, they’re most likely back on the island, and it’s not impregnable. If Lawrence doesn’t surface soon, we’ll have to force her out.”

“Sir?”

“We’ll start eliminating her contacts.” Matheson relaxed his grip on the phone. “One by one.”

Chapter Nineteen

“If we’re going to shower together,” Blair whispered in Cam’s ear, “we have to get up now.”

“Did you wake up with an urge?” Cam murmured.

“Mmm. A big one.” Blair teased the rim of Cam’s ear with the tip of her tongue and pressed her pelvis against the crest of Cam’s hip. “I went to bed with one, and it just kept growing.” She reached around Cam’s body and caressed her breasts and abdomen. “Of course, if you’re really tired, I could probably manage on my own for a while.”

Cam rolled over onto her back and pulled Blair on top of her. “Who needs a shower.”

Grinning, Blair sat up and straddled Cam’s waist. Keeping her weight off Cam’s bruised hip, she grasped the hem of her T-shirt and stripped it off over her head. She let it fall onto the floor beside the bed and skimmed her hands slowly over her chest and down her abdomen, watching Cam follow the movement of her hands on her own body. “How do you feel this morning?”

“Surprisingly okay.”

Blair trailed her fingers along the inside of her thighs, her fingertips brushing Cam’s abdomen as well as her own legs. When Cam’s muscles tightened, she felt an answering tension between her legs. “Shoulder stiff?”

Cam raised both arms and cupped Blair’s breasts. “Not at all.”

Blair closed her eyes as her nipples hardened and her breasts swelled against Cam’s palms. “Still, let’s be sure you don’t overdo it.” She rocked her pelvis in a slow steady glide on Cam’s stomach, pressing a little harder with each stroke as the delicious pressure built. She covered one of Cam’s hands on her breast with her own, and with her other opened herself so she could rub more of her rapidly swelling sex over Cam’s belly. Soon the steady pump and glide of her hips gave way to short, erratic thrusts and she moaned softly. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

“Blair,” Cam whispered. “Open your eyes, baby.”

Smiling crookedly, Blair blinked and struggled to focus. “Sorry. I’m so close, I almost…” She took a shuddering breath. “I need to back off a minute.”

When she started to lift herself away, Cam shook her head.

“No, don’t move.” Cam kept one hand closed around Blair’s breast, the nipple vised between two fingers, and slid the other between Blair’s legs, palm up. Her fingers slipped down the hot, wet valley until her fingertips dipped just inside. “Now make yourself come in my hand.”

Blair caught her lip between her teeth and bent forward to wrap both hands around Cam’s arm, just above her wrist. “Tell me…if I hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want to feel everything.” Cam started a steady tug and squeeze on Blair’s nipple. “Fill my hand. Come on, baby.”

With a groan, Blair pushed hard against Cam’s hand, circling herself over the smooth firm muscles at the base of the palm. Soon she was balanced on a razor’s edge. Panting, she frantically sought Cam’s gaze. “I’m going to come.”

“Don’t hold back,” Cam urged hoarsely. “I need all of you. Everything.”

“Push inside me,” Blair gasped, her back arching. She jerked Cam’s arm hard between her legs, trying to force Cam’s fingers into her.

Cam buried her hand, her palm riding hard over Blair’s clitoris again and again.

“Oh God, Cam,” Blair cried, “there. Oh right there.” The muscles in her stomach and thighs shook violently as she tightened inside, over and over. When she couldn’t hold herself upright any longer, she tried to brace herself on one arm, but managed only to collapse on her side next to Cam, Cam’s hand still inside her.

“All right, baby?” Cam kissed Blair’s closed eyelids, then her mouth. “Blair?”

“Mmm, oh God, wonderful.”

“Ready for that shower?”

Blair snuggled a little closer and smoothed her hand down Cam’s stomach, smiling against Cam’s throat as she felt her twitch at the touch. “In a minute,” she murmured, caressing lightly. “Or maybe two, if you can behave that long.”

“I’ll do my best,” Cam groaned.

“That should do nicely.”

Renée Savard stifled a groan and eased to the far side of the bed, trying desperately not to shake the mattress. Her knee was so stiff and swollen, she feared she might have to crawl to the other side of the room where she’d left her cane propped against a chair two days earlier. Only two days ago, when she’d actually been walking fairly comfortably unaided. Of course, that was before she’d thrown herself down on top of Diane Bleeker and then sprinted fifty feet down a hallway and hurled herself into the back seat of a limousine.

“Can you walk?” Paula whispered.

“I’m just taking it slow,” Renée replied. “Go back to sleep, sweetie.”

Paula pushed the covers aside and started to sit up. “I’ll get your cane.”

“Don’t, Paula,” Renée said more sharply than she had intended. Knowing she must sound angry, she turned onto her side and stroked her lover’s arm. “Hey, I’m sorry. But you should stay in bed for a little while longer.”

“Where are you going?” Paula caught Renée’s hand and intertwined their fingers.

“It’s already 0600. The commander will be briefing soon.”

“And I need to brief the security team,” Paula countered.

“The commander didn’t take a bullet in the chest last night. You know you should take it easy today.”

“I was wearing a vest. The commander took a bullet in the chest for real and that didn’t keep her down for long.”

“You’re every bit as strong and dedicated as the commander.” Renée pushed a pillow behind her back, drew Paula against her side, and kissed the top of her head. “The commander is amazing—I’d follow her anywhere, do anything she asked. But you’re my lover, and I know what you did last night. I know what might have happened if he’d been using different ammo or you took that shot in the neck. Those few minutes in the limo last night… when I wasn’t sure how badly you were hurt… that was the worst kind of hell. God, sweetie, I was scared.”

“Hey, hey. I know.” Paula rubbed her cheek against the side of Renée’s breast. “I know what it was like thinking you were in one of the towers when they came down. I know, baby.”

“So,” Renée said shakily, “you get that I need you to take care of yourself for a little while.”

“I’m sore,” Paula admitted. “Every time I breathe it feels like someone’s poking a sharp stick into my chest and out through my shoulder blades. But I’m not going to do anything except sit at a table and talk. I won’t take a shift.”

“And after the briefing you’ll lie down again for three or four hours?”

“Two. Two hours and I won’t mention to the commander that you’re having trouble even standing.”

Laughing, Renée tilted Paula’s face up and kissed her. “I never realized you were so devious.”

“I can’t take you being hurt, either,” Paula whispered, closing her eyes and pillowing her face between Renée’s breasts. “Maybe you could just stay here for a few more minutes.”

“Anything,” Renée murmured. “Anything for you.”

Just before seven, Blair walked with Cam as far as the guesthouse. A light rain fell beneath a gray sky and in the distance the ocean was rough with angry chop.

“Winter’s coming,” Blair said, and for some reason, that made her feel melancholy.

Cam took her hand. “Let’s get married at the Lodge in Colorado. We can call Doris today and make arrangements.”

“What?” Blair gaped, then her eyes brightened with pleasure. “What brought that on?”

Cam brushed her thumb along the crest of Blair’s cheek. “We haven’t stopped moving for the last two months. I want a few days with you when all that matters is being with you.”

“You do?” Blair glanced down the path to the guesthouse where the current office of the Deputy Director of Homeland Security was located, knowing that Cam’s agents waited for her inside and that the work her lover was doing was critical to the nation’s well-being. She also knew that the work was essential to Cam’s well-being. The last thing she expected was for Cam to be thinking of anything except work.

“I’m sorry,” Cam murmured as if reading her mind. “I’m sorry that I haven’t made it clear to you how much I need you.”

“Cameron.” Blair skimmed her fingers through Cam’s hair. “You made that perfectly clear not more than an hour ago.”

Cam grinned briefly. “That too, but more than anything I need you…” Her eyes darkened and she touched her palm to her chest. “…in here.”

Blair caught her breath. “Oh my God. You have to go right this minute or I’m going to have to drag you back to bed. You can’t say things like that to me when we’re standing out here and I can’t have you.”

“Is that a yes about Colorado?”

“I’ll call Doris today. I know Tanner and Adrienne will love to see her again.”

“Good.” Cam kissed her. “I might be a while.”

“I know. Do what you have to do. I love you.”

“Be careful today.”

“I will be.” Blair asked the question lurking in the back of her mind. “Have you learned anything?”

“On the surface it looks like the shooter was targeting Emory.”

“On the surface?”

“He’s on her watch list, but some of these groups have multiple agendas. It’s not a stretch for an anti-fetal research zealot to also be anti-gay.”

“So it might’ve been us he was after.”

“Possibly.”

“But?”

Cam sighed. “We can’t discount the remote possibility that this might be related to the previous assault on you.”

“And you.”

“So our safest course of action,” Cam said, “is to assume all three are probable and investigate accordingly. The local FBI is putting together a file on the anti-stem cell research groups, and we’ll continue to focus on connections to Matheson.”

Blair caressed Cam’s ribs lightly, wishing fervently that she could heal them. “What about Valerie?”

“If she doesn’t contact either Diane or myself, our chances of finding her are remote. Given enough time, we might, but time is something we don’t have much of.” Cam ran her fingers through Blair’s hair. “I’m working on something that might draw her in.”

“Is it classified?”

“No, but it does involve Lucinda.”

“Uh-oh. Do I even want to know?”

“You’ll find out later.” Cam kissed Blair’s forehead. After a second she said, “No questions?”

“I’ll wait for you to tell me about the briefing. Perhaps I’ll go down to the marina in a while to see Tanner.”

“Take three people…” Cam grimaced. “I’m sure Stark will take care of that.”

Blair smiled. “I never mind you looking out for me. Stark doesn’t have to know.”

“Thanks, baby.” Cam kissed her again, then turned and strode briskly away.

Blair waited until Cam disappeared inside, then continued down the winding path to the beach. As she turned north, tucking her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker and walking quickly to keep warm in the brisk wind, she was peripherally aware of the two figures shadowing her. They had been there, of course, the entire time that she and Cam had stood on the path sharing something so intimate she still felt like crying. Those who had watched would of course never acknowledge in any way what they had witnessed, and during those moments, she hadn’t been aware of anyone except Cam. She stopped and pulled out her cell phone and speed-dialed.

A moment later, Cam answered. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry, I know you’re briefing. I just want you to know that I’d love to go to Colorado to get married.”

“All right,” Cam said probingly. “And?”

“And this morning in bed was wonderful, but the only thing I really need is for you to look at me like you just did for the rest of my life.”

“You can count on that.”

“I love you,” Blair said quietly. “I’ll see you later.”

Blair closed the phone, slid it into her pocket, and turned her face up to the rain. It was cold and sharp against her skin and she felt unbelievably alive.

When Blair let herself into the kitchen forty-five minutes later, Diane was waiting for her. She was without makeup, in loose cotton slacks and a pale blue cotton blouse, and she didn’t look like she’d slept at all the night before. Her freshly washed hair was loose and unstyled. She looked vulnerable and young, and Blair’s heart ached. Diane had finally fallen in love and instead of being able to immerse herself in the joy of it, she might lose Valerie and never know why.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Blair skimmed her fingers over Diane’s back as she passed behind her. She stopped abruptly when she felt Diane stiffen. “What is it?”

“This.” Diane’s normally sultry voice was scratchy from fatigue. She pointed to the newspaper spread out in front of her. “I don’t understand this.”

Blair peered over her shoulder and frowned at an article on the second page. Noted Gallery Owner Assaulted After Gala. She scanned the completely fictitious account of an assault, presumed to be a robbery, that occurred just outside the Boston Ritz Carlton the previous evening following a fundraiser for a noted research institute. The only thing in the article that resembled reality in the slightest was the fact that the victim, Diane Bleeker, was actually the owner of a trendy Manhattan gallery.

“Is this how things are done in your world?” Diane lifted her pain-filled and accusing eyes. “Are these kinds of lies necessary? I have friends, colleagues, family who will be concerned and what if…you know that Valerie will probably see this. Someone should have told me.”

“I don’t have any idea how…” Blair remembered a snippet of her conversation with Cam less than an hour ago. Cam had said she might have an idea about reaching Valerie. She had also said that Lucinda was involved, and this press manipulation had Lucinda’s fingerprints all over it. Blair straightened, her mouth tightening. “I’m not sure what this is about, but I’m going to find out.”

Grabbing the newspaper, she marched toward the dining room, now the security operations center, where she had last seen Paula and Mac. Mac was at the computer, studying what looked to be a floor plan. He swiveled on his chair to face her, his brows knitting.

“Where’s Paula?”

“She went back upstairs to bed.” Mac’s expression was polite but guarded. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“How about this? Do you know anything about this?” She extended the newspaper. From Mac’s quick glance, she knew that he was aware of the article.

“Ah, that might be something you want to ask the commander,” he replied, obviously framing his reply carefully.

“She’s in a briefing. Why don’t you explain it to me?”

Mac regarded her with mute appeal. “I’m afraid I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“All right. Of course not.” Blair turned and walked away. When she heard Mac rise she looked back over her shoulder. “Stay here, Mac. I’m not going any further than Cam’s office. God, it’s not like there’s anywhere to go.”

He grinned cautiously. “I’ve never known that to stop you. Respectfully, Ms. Powell.”

She narrowed her eyes, then laughed. “Maybe it’s time to rotate out my security team if you know me that well.”

“It does take a long time to train the new ones,” he said with a straight face.

“I suppose you have a point.” Blair felt some of her anger ease. “I’ll see you later Mac.”

“Ma’am.”

By the time she reached the guesthouse, her fury had abated enough that when Cam walked into the living room in response to her arrival, she managed to ask calmly, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Cam’s gaze dropped to the newspaper she held tightly clenched in hand. “Ah.” She slid her hands into the pockets of her black chinos. “I see that Lucinda is even more efficient than I anticipated. The article is in there?”

“Your doing?”

“Mostly. Lucinda made the necessary phone calls to the papers.” Cam shook her head. “Even with the White House behind it, I didn’t expect to see anything until this evening.”

“Lucinda doesn’t waste time or words.”

“Apparently.”

“Damn it, Cam. Diane doesn’t understand this kind of thing. You should have told her, or let me tell her.”

Cam gestured to the sofa. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

“I don’t want to sit, I want an explanation. I told Luce I wouldn’t use my friendship with Diane like this. I didn’t think I needed to tell you!”

“Just give me a minute and I’ll explain.” Cam sat down.

“Fine.” Blair followed, but sat far enough away that they weren’t touching. “You’re using this to lure Valerie, aren’t you?”

“Not entirely. It’s a good cover story to explain all the official activity around the hotel last night. It keeps your name and Emory’s out of the paper. And, yes,” Cam said with a sigh, “it might draw Valerie out into the open. You can be sure she’s scanning news sources for any available Intel.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”

“Other than the obvious reason being that I was preoccupied?”

Blair smiled faintly. “Other than that.”

Cam rubbed her eyes. “I didn’t think we’d see any activity around this until later in the day. Diane was still asleep, and…” she met Blair’s intent gaze. “I didn’t want her trying to contact Valerie and telling her it was fabricated.”

“Jesus, Cam. She’s my best friend and she’s hurting so much over this. How do you think she’s going to feel if Valerie is…I don’t know, trapped, because of her?”

“Blair,” Cam said gently, “Valerie is in real trouble out there. The best thing for her is for us to be able to protect her. If she surfaces because she’s worried that something might happen to Diane, or that something has happened to her, she’ll be better off.”

“Can I tell Diane?”

“It’s going to put you in the middle. I hate to do that.”

“I’m already in it. There’s no middle ground left, Cam.”

Cam moved along the sofa so she was closer to Blair, but did not touch her. “Can you tell her part of it, and leave out anything about Valerie for now?”

“She’s not naïve, Cam—she might ask me about Valerie. What shall I tell her to do if Valerie calls?”

“Tell her to talk to her as long as she can.”

“You’re tapping Diane’s phone?” Blair asked incredulously.

“We’re tracing it back through her cellular provider. It’s not perfect, but it gives us a starting place.” Cam placed her hand flat on the sofa between them. “I’m sorry, Blair. It has to be done.”

Blair was silent for a moment, then took Cam’s hand and cradled it in her lap between both of hers. “This must be hard for you.”

“I…not as hard as it is for you. I wish I could change that.”

Blair shook her head. “No. One of the things I love about you is how clear you are about the right and wrong of things. About what should be done, no matter the cost. But there’s nothing clear about any of this, is there?”

“Nothing has been clear to me since the moment I saw one of my own agents standing outside your door pointing a gun at your heart,” Cam said bitterly. “I don’t even know how to begin to think about that.”

It was so very rare for Cam to voice her pain and disillusionment that Blair had to struggle not to pull her into her arms. Instead, she leaned close and kissed Cam’s cheek. “I’ll talk to Diane. It will be okay.”

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