by Radclyffe
She started forward as Ramsey moved toward the door. “Is it Cam?”
“If you’ll wait right there, Ms. Powell,” he said as he dropped his right hand to the holster on his hip and opened the door with his left, completely blocking her view of the hallway outside.
She kept her eyes fixed on the door as Ramsey sidestepped, opening it wider. Cam walked in, scanned the room until she found Blair, and smiled.
“Hi, baby,” Cam said.
“Hello, darling.” Blair hadn’t realized how cold she’d been, or how deeply the hollow ache had penetrated, until the sound of Cam’s voice warmed her and the sight of her face filled her empty places. Even as her world slipped back into place, she searched for any signs of trouble. Cam looked exhausted, which she had expected, and was wearing military-issue clothes instead of her own, which wasn’t good. Something had contaminated Cam’s suit, possibly the smoke she hadn’t wanted to go into detail about. But it might have been blood, and Blair raked her gaze over Cam looking for any sign of injury. There was a scrape on her cheek but it didn’t look deep. She’d washed her hair— there might be an injury there. A quick visual survey wasn’t going to be enough. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she checked every inch of her. But first, she had to touch her.
“Thank you, Agent,” Cam said to Ramsey without taking her eyes off Blair. “You can finish your shift outside in the hall now that I’m home.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ramsey said, and disappeared, closing the door behind him.
Blair slid her arms around Cam’s neck, pressed close, and kissed her. “Interesting outfit. I always knew you wanted to be a soldier.”
Cam rested her cheek against Blair’s head and chuckled. “And here I thought you’d find it sexy.”
“What I find sexy is you naked in bed. Although the BDU’s are a nice touch.” Blair ran her fingers through Cam’s hair and stroked the back of her neck. “How are you?”
“Glad to be home.” Cam searched Blair’s eyes, looking for traces of pain, and skimmed her thumb over Blair’s chin. “You haven’t been to bed.”
“I’ve been working. Lost track of time.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re one to talk,” Blair griped, backing up and capturing Cam’s hand. She tugged her arm, then stopped abruptly when Cam winced. “What?”
“Too much time on airplanes in the last—”
“Don’t even try.” Eyes flashing, Blair pulled Cam’s shirt out of her BDUs and lifted it with both hands as high as her breasts. Then she saw the swath of bluish-purple running from Cam’s left shoulder to her right hip. “God damn it.”
“Seat belt. It’s nothing.”
Blair held up her hand to stop the words that she didn’t want to hear. “What else?”
“Nothing more. We had an accident on the road.” Cam sucked in a breath when Blair growled. “Okay. Someone took out a prison van with the man I wanted to interrogate inside. We drove right into the blast and it flipped our SUV. I got banged up. Bumps and bruises.” Cam cradled Blair’s face and forced Blair to meet her eyes. “Nothing more, I swear.”
“You can swear all you want. Get your ass into the bedroom.”
Blair pulled away and went to retrieve the phone.
Cam frowned as Blair punched in numbers. “What—”
“Emory?” Blair said, ignoring Cam. “I’m sorry to get you up so early. What? Oh, good. Could you please come up here and take a look at Cam… Thanks.”
Blair wasn’t surprised to see Dana with Emory when she opened the door. As she let them in, she said, “Hi, Emory, Cam’s in the bedroom. Down the hall past the kitchen. I’ll be right there.”
“Morning,” Dana said, waiting just inside the door to gauge her reception. She half expected Blair to tell her to leave, but she had come here to get the real story behind the woman, and this was the story. She’d been on her way back to the bedroom after her shower when she ran into Emory on her way out. Emory hadn’t been happy about her tagging along, but she could hardly say no.
“Everyone’s up early, I see,” Blair said, taking in Dana’s wet hair.
“Long days make for short nights, sometimes. How’s the deputy director?”
Blair gave her a long look. “She’s tired. Long day.”
“I’ve wondered sometimes,” Dana said, hooking her thumb over the edge of her jeans pocket, “who protects the protectors. Last night, watching you wait for hours for some word, I could only guess how frustrating, how agonizing, it had to be. But you were just waiting your turn to act, weren’t you. Now it’s your turn to stand guard.”
“She’s my lover. I’m not doing anything special.”
“I don’t mean to disagree, Ms. Powell,” Dana said, “but you taking care of her goes beyond the private and personal. She’s a deputy director in the OHS. What she does is important to a great many people on a great many levels. Like you, she’s important because of who she is and what she does.”
“I know that.” Blair glanced in the direction that Emory had gone. “I don’t want Cam’s position profiled in this article. I don’t want her made into a target.”
“I think everyone in the country, probably in a good part of the world, knows who she is. You don’t seriously think your relationship is a secret?”
“Of course not. We’ve made public statements, but that doesn’t mean I want to call attention to what she does. Just keep the news focused on the issue of gay marriage.”
“While it’s true what you’re doing is important in terms of raising social consciousness,” Dana said, “the public is much more interested in people, rather than issues—especially people who appear to lead charmed lives.”
“Charmed.” Blair laughed shortly. “That’s not a word I would’ve chosen.”
“What would you have chosen?” Dana asked.
“Indentured.” When Dana’s eyebrows rose, Blair added hastily, “And no, you can’t quote that.”
“You don’t give me a lot to print.”
“Print this. Cameron Roberts is a devoted public servant and a loving partner, and she has never neglected one for the other, sometimes at great cost to herself.” Blair sighed and shook her head. “And now, I need to go and check on her.”
“Thank you,” Dana called after her, wondering how it would feel to have a woman love her that intensely. She’d never quite imagined it, never thought she wanted it. Now, she wasn’t so sure.
“Hey,” Blair said as she slipped into the bedroom. Shirtless, Cam sat on the side of the bed in just her sweatpants. Emory stood by her side.
“Hi.” Cam stood, reaching for a T-shirt draped over a nearby chair. Her movements, Blair noticed, were slow and careful.
“How is she?” Blair asked Emory.
“I’m working at a disadvantage here. Without even a stethoscope,” Emory said with a shake of her head, “I can’t exactly say anything definitive. But I haven’t seen or heard anything that makes me too worried.”
Cam slipped her arm around Blair’s waist and kissed her temple. “Like I said. Bumps and bruises.”
“Shut up. I wasn’t asking you.” Blair kept her attention on Emory. “You don’t think she needs x-rays or anything?”
“I’m not exactly a country doctor who can divine illnesses from the laying on of hands, you know. I’m a researcher, and I haven’t treated patients in almost ten years.” Emory glanced at Cam. “But unless you’re underplaying your symptoms, I think some rest and anti-inflammatories are all you need.”
“I’m not minimizing anything,” Cam said. “I’m not going to be moving at my normal pace for a couple of days, but I don’t feel like there’s anything serious going on.”
“Can she fly?” Blair asked.
“Tomorrow,” Emory said. “Not today. I just want to be sure that those sore ribs aren’t going to lead to any kind of problem.”
Blair rubbed Cam’s back, afraid to hug her. “Today you sleep. Tomorrow we’re going to Colorado. For vacation.”
Cam said nothing for a few seconds, then nodded. “Okay. As long as—”
“Uh-uh,” Blair said with a vigorous shake of her head. “No buts, no contingencies. We’re going. We’re getting married in a week, and I want everyone to relax and enjoy themselves for a few days first.”
“All right,” Cam said. “I’ll talk to Stark and make sure the advance team is prepared.”
“I already did that,” Blair said.
“Did you?” Cam grinned. “Then I guess it’s all decided.”
Blair kissed her. “Guess so.”
“Why is it that no one around here can keep normal hours?”
Dana spun around at the sound of Diane’s voice and, catching sight of Diane coming from the room opposite where Blair had disappeared, swallowed hard. Diane wore a pale blue silk robe closed with a sash looped carelessly at her waist. Her hair framed her face in careless disarray, the gold tips brushing her neck as she glided forward on bare feet. She was so very obviously naked beneath the thin silk, and so effortlessly seductive, that Dana responded out of pure instinct. She pictured her tongue following the trail of those silky strands as they wafted back and forth over the soft skin of Diane’s neck. She felt the weight of Diane’s breast in her hand and the plump firmness of her nipple under her thumb. As soon as the images registered in her conscious mind, she jerked her gaze away. And discovered Emory and Blair, who had returned while she was lost in the Siren’s call, watching her. Emory immediately looked away, but not before Dana saw what looked like anger eclipse her features. Perfect. Caught literally drooling over another woman, and one who was clearly involved on top of it. Hell.
“Well,” Diane said, breezing by on her way toward the kitchen. “Is someone going to enlighten me as to the cause of this outrageously early gathering?”
Blair leaned against the breakfast counter. “Cam is back. Emory was just taking a look at her.”
“Oh, good,” Diane said with a sigh, sliding onto one of the stools next to Blair. She grasped Blair’s hand. “And how is she?”
“She’s good,” Blair said, her voice softening. “She’s good.”
“And what about Renee?”
“Cam said she sent her home to bed and gave Stark orders to see that she stays there.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that will be a problem.” Diane smiled. “Maybe now things can get back to normal.”
Blair snorted. “Is Valerie with you?”
“No. She’s…wherever…doing whatever.”
While Blair and Diane talked, Dana followed Emory into the sitting area. She pointed to the empty spot next to Emory on the sofa. “Do you mind?”
“No,” Emory said quietly, “go ahead.”
Emory was still wearing the sweatpants Blair had loaned her and had thrown the blouse she’d had on the day before over the tank top, leaving it unbuttoned. Dana couldn’t help but notice the curve of her breasts and the slight swell of her nipples beneath the thin layers. Diane Bleeker was a beautiful woman and any lesbian would have to be dead not to notice. But looking at Diane had not stirred her blood the way the sight of Emory, dark circles under her eyes, in baggy sweatpants and a rumpled blouse, did. Dana not only wasn’t dead, she had been struggling with simmering, unfocused arousal for hours. That restless need had crystallized when Emory had innocently caressed her face, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about touching her. “Is everything okay?”
“More or less. Things are finally calming down around here.”
“I’m sorry if I upset you earlier,” Dana said.
Emory regarded her curiously. “Which time?”
Dana smiled ruefully. “I don’t know. Every time?”
“You haven’t done anything you need to apologize for. You certainly don’t have to explain what you do or why you do it to me.” She started to rise. “I’m going to try and get a little sleep.”
“Do you want me to stay up here?”
Emory glanced across the room at Diane, and then quickly away. “That’s entirely up to you.”
Dana stood up quickly, blocking Emory’s path to the door. “I’m not interested in Diane Bleeker.”
“I think that’s really good,” Emory said, avoiding Dana’s eyes. “Because I think Valerie would shoot you.”
“I was just caught off guard there for a second when she…when I saw—”
“Don’t. For God’s sake, do you think I need to know why the sight of a beautiful woman arouses you?”
“It doesn’t,” Dana snapped. “Well, it does. Sometimes. Jesus.” She lowered her voice. “It certainly did an hour ago. Downstairs with you.”
“We had a deal, remember?” Emory sidled around her.
“That was a no-touch deal. Not a no-talk-about-it deal.”
Emory looked into Dana’s eyes. “I’m expanding the parameters of our agreement.”
“Why?”
“Because. I don’t know what I’m talking about half the time.”
Dana smiled. “That’s okay, I do.”
“Just concentrate on writing your article without jeopardizing Blair or Cam, okay?”
“I’m not going to jeopardize them.” Dana gripped her hand. “You said you were going to trust me. Did you forget about that too?”
Emory looked down at their joined hands and brushed her thumb over the top of Dana’s fingers. “I remember.”
A soon as Emory pulled her hand away, Dana wanted it back again. The tiny bit of contact made her almost dizzy. “Emory.”
A knock on the door prevented Emory from answering as everyone turned in that direction. Blair crossed the room and asked who was there.
“It’s Valerie.”
A look that Dana interpreted as worry, followed by resignation, crossed Blair’s face just before she opened the door.
Valerie stepped inside, her eyes going first to Diane, then settling on Blair. “I’m very sorry to disturb you. I need to speak with the deputy director.”
“She’s resting,” Blair said. “Can’t it wait?”
“I’m afraid not. I’m sorry.”
“Valerie,” Blair said so quietly Dana almost didn’t hear her. “She needs a few hours—”
Cam appeared from around the corner of the partition separating the kitchen from the bedroom beyond. “I’m awake.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be,” Blair said, rounding on her sharply.
“I’m still a little too wound up to sleep anyhow.” She slipped her arm around Blair’s shoulder and squeezed briefly. Then she turned to Valerie, her entire body instantly on alert. “Do you need me downstairs?”
Valerie scanned the room. “Here is fine, if we could talk alone for a few minutes.”
“Let’s go in the other room.” Cam led Valerie down the hall and they disappeared.
Silence fell and no one moved. Blair looked like she wanted to follow Cam, but didn’t. Dana definitely wasn’t leaving unless someone ordered her to. Then Emory sat back down on the sofa.
“Well,” Diane said with a sigh, “I guess I might as well get dressed.”
Blair braced both arms on the granite countertop and lowered her head. After a pause, she looked up, her face composed. “I’ll make coffee.”
Chapter Seventeen
“What have you got?” Cam didn’t want to give in to the pain in her chest and right side. Compromising, she sat on the side of the bed because standing upright hurt enough to be distracting, and she needed to focus on what Valerie was about to tell her. Although Valerie’s ivory blouse and black slacks were barely wrinkled, Cam doubted she’d been to bed at all in thirty-six hours. “Sit down. You look beat.”
“Are you hurt badly?” Valerie asked, shaking her head when Cam indicated a nearby chair.
Cam relayed the details of the event. “Early and the van driver are dead. Renee and I are still walking around, but the two local agents with us both ended up in surgery.”
“Matheson? Or friendly fire?”
Cam smiled bitterly. “What’s your guess?”
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Valerie folded her arms under her breasts and leaned back against the wall. “Considering the time frame—less than twelve hours from the time you made arrangements to interview him and your arrival there? I’d put my money on the Company.”
“If you’re right, that means our communications are completely transparent. Probably someone in DC is monitoring our reports and requests.”
“Unless of course you’ve got a Company mole inside your team.”
Cam regarded Valerie steadily. “We don’t.”
“You trust me?”
“I do. And so do the others.” Cam suspected from the strain in Valerie’s eyes that she’d been driving herself hard searching for some clue as to who might have been behind the most recent attack.
“What do you suggest we do about locking down our security?” Valerie asked.
“We don’t go outside our team for anything. We fly private. We drive rental cars. We use our own people or Tanner’s people if we need backup.”
Valerie rubbed her arms as if she were cold. “I think…”
“What?”
“You might consider sending disinformation to Washington.”
“You’re suggesting that I mislead the White House chief of staff and the president’s security adviser?”
“That’s what I would do, but I’m not sure that my advice is good for your career.” Valerie smiled thinly. “I’m not exactly trained to work inside the system.”
Cam laughed. “My career path has been a bit uncertain since the moment I saw Blair Powell. And since September, it’s the last thing I’m worried about. Right now, I agree with you—we don’t know who we can trust, so the best course is to trust no one except each other.” She rotated her shoulder and tried to rub some of the stiffness out of her left arm. “You came down here with news, I take it.”
“The FBI has been watching a suspected cell in the Buffalo area for the last six months. Reports show an increase in activity since September,” Valerie said.