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Cam took a deep breath and let it out. “I want more time with you. I need more time to—I want to be able to give you your fantasy.”
“My fantasy?” Baffled, she stared at him. “Is that some kind of CIA code I’m supposed to crack?”
“No.” He released her hands to grip her shoulders. “I’m speaking in plain English. Here’s the plan. I want to give you your secret fantasy. I just need more time.”
She stared at him. “My secret—”
Then she suddenly got it. She pushed his hands away and then used her own to give him a shove hard enough to send him stumbling back against the wall. “You read what was in that metal box, didn’t you? How could you?”
“I’m a CIA agent. I’m curious. And I wanted to know more about you. Dammit, I’ve been wanting to know more about you since I was ten. And I think I fell in love with you the day our parents got married.”
Because her legs had gone suddenly weak, Adair sat down on the ledge that ran along one side of the arch.
“Well?” Cam asked.
For a moment, she couldn’t speak. He looked angry. And stunned. She could sympathize with the latter. “That’s what you wanted to talk to me about? That you fell in love with me seven years ago?”
“No. I came out here to tell you about my plan. Just because I’m in D.C. and you’re here doesn’t mean that we can’t spend time together.” He waved a hand. “I was thinking long weekends. Once we get the security beefed up here. We still don’t know who’s been visiting the library.” He was starting to babble. He never babbled. “I know you like to look at the big picture. And you can feel free to fill in the details.”
When she simply stared at him, he paced to the far end of the arch, then walked back. He never paced, either. He was good at improvising, and he was blowing this. Panic bubbled up. “Look, I don’t know why or how this happened, but you’re right for me. And I want to be the one who gives you your fantasy. The only one. Because you are my fantasy. You’re everything. Clear enough?”
She studied him for a moment as everything inside of her melted. He was standing there, scowling at her, and the tension inside of her completely eased. Cam preferred to go with the flow, act on impulse. It was one of the things she liked about him. Loved about him. But he’d tried to make a plan for her. And as odd as it seemed, he was right for her, too. He was just simply right for her. And she wanted him forever. That’s what she’d written on the yellow paper she’d just buried in the stones.
Rising, she moved toward him. “About this plan—is it a five-year one or longer?”
He studied her for a moment and she could see the tension flow out of him, too. “Longer.”
She put her hands on his face and drew it down to hers. “How much longer?”
He was smiling as he lowered his mouth to hers. “I think it’s going to take me quite a while to fulfill your fantasies.”
“But you did say I could fill in the details. So when you finish, I’m going to start on your fantasies.”
He laughed as he drew her in close and held her tight. “That will take a lot of time,” he promised. “I have a lot of them. And I’ll be making up new ones as we go along.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Adair said.
They were laughing as they sank to their knees beneath the stone arch that Angus One had built for his true love.
“Tell me again that you love me,” she said when his lips were nearly brushing hers.
“I love you, Adair.”
“Here’s another detail. I love you, too.”
And when Cam covered her mouth with his, a whisper of wind sighed across the stones.
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Copyright © 2012 by Carolyn Hanlon
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