Always Time To Die sk-1

by Elizabeth Lowell

"You sure?"

  He kissed her again, loving the feel of tongue against tongue and his woody snug against her naked hips. "Oh, yeah. I'm sure."

  "Not peppermint?" She watched him, her smoky golden eyes alive with teasing and something more, something hot.

  "Maybe I should taste again," he said.

  Carly turned to face him fully. "Maybe you should."

  He caught his breath at the feel of her breasts moving against him, her nipples hard and hungry.

  "You sure?" he asked, repeating her question.

  "Very sure. But I'm not taking anything, so we'll have to be creative until we get to a drugstore."

  "Creative." His smile was like his kiss, slow and hot. "We'll try that, too, but I bought condoms after the first time I saw you."

  She blinked. "I must have looked real easy."

  "You were fire and I was cold all the way to my core. I needed you so much I couldn't breathe. I still do."

  The look in his eyes and the catch in his voice sent heat through her in a liquid wave, preparing her body. She'd never been wanted the way Dan wanted her. Blindly she reached out to him, understanding in that moment that she needed him in the same way, no questions, no hesitation, just a certainty that burned through a lifetime of doubts.

  "I want you so much I don't know what to do first," she admitted raggedly.

  His eyelids lowered in a sensual reflex that was as uncontrollable as the increased heart rate sending blood beating through his veins.

  "Come here," he said, rolling over on his back, taking her with him. "This way I know I won't rush you."

  She gave a shaky laugh as she fought off bedding to straddle him. "You aren't rushing me, you're driving me crazy."

  He groaned at the sleek feel of her sliding over him. "You're making it hard for me to slow down."

  "Did I ask you to?"

  "I want it to be good for you." His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed over the tips. "I want it to be the best you ever had."

  He caught her hard nipples in his fingers and squeezed with sensual precision.

  Twin spears of pleasure shot through her, going from her breasts to her thighs, making her breath and her body come apart. She felt liquid heat bathing her, spilling over to him. Suddenly his fingers were opening her, tracing over her hot folds, moving inside her, sending pleasure spiraling until she couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't breathe, could only need and need and need.

  And then it stopped.

  "No!" she said.

  "Easy, darling, let me get this damn thing on."

  Her eyes opened, dazed and hungry. She saw him toss away a foil wrapper and sheathe himself with an impatient motion of his hand. Her breath filled her throat. She'd forgotten what a big man he was.

  Way too big.

  "Too late to be scared now," he said, teasing her with his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance. "You're wet enough to take me. Slide down, Carolina May. Trust your body. Trust us."

  It was impossible not to, for her body was once again on fire, rings of pleasure radiating up, shaking her. He felt the lush heat of her response, felt her widen her thighs to take him, felt the hot satin inside her pressing around him, and gritted his teeth against coming right there. He wanted to be all the way in before he came, as deep as possible. He wanted to feel her orgasm squeeze him from tip to base. He wanted it all with her, everything he'd ever imagined, every way, every-

  The wild shuddering of her release tore away his breath and his control. He held her deep and hard, pumping into her until there was nothing left but a kind of dazed satisfaction that turned his body to sand. The way she lay slumped against him told him that she felt the same way.

  "Carly?"

  "Wow."

  "Whew," he said, smiling.

  "No, wow."

  "You're wowing. I'm whewing with relief."

  Her laughter was a ripple of her body around his. She lifted her head, swiped hair out of her eyes, and kissed him almost shyly. Red stained her cheeks.

  "What?" he asked, touching her face.

  "Cosmo articles don't cover this moment."

  Dark eyebrows rose. "Really? There's something about sex that hasn't been headlined in a woman's magazine?"

  "Yeah."

  "What?"

  She shook her head and glanced down, sending her hair flying again.

  "C'mon." He lifted her chin gently. "I'm dying here."

  "How do you say thanks for the best sex of your life?" she mumbled, looking at his mouth rather than his eyes.

  His smile made her warm all over again.

  "That's easy," he said against her lips. "Thanks for the best sex of my life."

  "Not you, me."

  "Both of us."

  She banged her forehead lightly against his chest. "One of us isn't making sense."

  "Do that some more, honey. I like the way it feels."

  "I could tell. Do you have another condom or is it time to be creative?"

  "Hell of an idea," he said, pulling her mouth down to his.

  The phone rang.

  He ignored it.

  It kept ringing.

  Blindly he felt at the bedside for the receiver, picked it up. "What," he snarled.

  "Just wanted to make sure you got home okay," Gus said. "Two of the guests at the memorial service ended up in Urgent Care. Something in the food apparently. It was touch-and-go for Winifred just because she was already weak, but she's stable now. The governor was dog sick, but he recovered and is on his way back to the campaign trail."

  Carly could hear Gus's voice. She separated from Dan and lay along his side. He tilted the phone so she could hear both ends of the conversation.

  "Anyone else?" Dan asked.

  "Alma and Melissa both were sick. Alma was the worst, really woozy, but Winifred gave her something before she started getting nauseated herself."

  "What about the minister?"

  "He was a little queasy but didn't hurl. Same for Pete. Lucia said she threw up once and that was it. No one else on the ranch was sick, even the Sandoval women who prepared the food and drink. Same for the Snead brothers, who were snitching samples."

  Shivering, Carly drew blankets up over herself and Dan. He pulled her back into place along his side, tucking her head against his neck.

  "Carly and I were sick, but we're fine now," Dan said. "Are they testing the drink we toasted Sylvia with?"

  "Nothing was left of it."

  "Not even a drop?"

  "The container is gone. So are the cups. One of the maids saw Winifred smashing everything and throwing it in the fireplace to burn.

  She said it was part of the ritual. But that's not for the general public," Gus cautioned.

  Dan looked at Carly. She nodded; she wasn't going to spread the news around.

  "What did Sheriff Montoya say?" Dan asked.

  "For the record?"

  "Fuck the record."

  "Right," Gus said without a pause. "Montoya said that the old curandera must have screwed up her potion, added something that was an emetic, and made folks sick."

  "That's how he's treating it? Accidental poisoning?"

  "Poison was never mentioned. Bad food, according to the report. Maybe even flu."

  "Off the record," Dan said.

  Carly looked at the grim line of Dan's mouth as he waited for Gus to speak.

  "Agreed," Gus said unhappily.

  "I don't know what hit the others, but Carly and I were fed a hefty dose of opiate."

  Gus whistled softly. "You okay?"

  "I had enough body mass to dilute the dose. Carly didn't. If she'd been alone, she would have nodded off and frozen to death. Somebody was expecting her to be alone."

  She felt the tension that didn't show in Dan's voice. Coolness slid over her skin. She didn't like remembering how close she had come to waking up dead.

  "What?" Gus said. "How can you be sure? Wait. Forget I said that. You're like Mom, always knowing things. Shit, brother. Shit. Why
would anyone want to hurt Ms. May?"

  "Somebody doesn't want the Senator's family history researched and put into print. Things have happened to her since she arrived. Threats and vandalism."

  "Are you talking about Governor Quintrell being the one behind it?" Gus asked cautiously.

  Carly was curious about that herself.

  "He's number one on my list," Dan said. "But there has to be someone else working with him."

  "Why?"

  "He didn't have a chance to slip anything into whatever Winifred prepared," Dan said.

  "You're sure? From what the doctor said, it was a near thing for Winifred. If she's dead, the history won't get done."

  "The governor never came near the stuff except to drink some. In any case, Carly has made it real clear that she's going to finish the history, no matter what."

  She nodded vigorously.

  "She can't finish it if she's dead," Gus pointed out.

  Dan made a rough sound.

  "What can I do?" Gus asked.

  "Find out everyone who was born in this county three years on either side of Sylvia's stroke." Then, remembering his work with the photos, Dan added, "Stillbirths and miscarriages, too."

  Gus didn't say anything.

  Dan looked at Carly and saw the same question in her eyes that must have been eating at Gus.

  "Mind telling me why?" Gus asked finally.

  "I don't know."

  "You don't know? Then how-"

  "Call it a hunch, okay?" Dan interrupted.

  "A hunch. Hell, bro. You and that silver forelock are going to make me crazy. You sure you're all right?"

  Dan brushed a kiss over Carly's lips. "Never better."

  "Then tell Mom. She knows where you were. Everyone knows there was something wrong with the food. She'll be worried and she's too stubborn to call you and ask. I'll let you know when I have the names."

  "Thanks. And, Gus?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Don't tell anyone what you're doing for me. Anyone."

  "You're saying you don't trust anyone, including family?"

  Dan waited.

  "Okay," Gus said. "Call me Zipped Lips."

  The phone went dead.

  "Why the births?" Carly asked when Dan hung up.

  "Something sent Sylvia over the edge. Given the Senator's track record, I'm thinking it was one of his women. Question is why? And who? When we know that, maybe we'll know who wants you seriously inconvenienced, as in dead."

  She winced. "You really think I should leave, don't you."

  "Yes," Dan said instantly.

  "No harm, no foul, just let the son of a bitch have his way?" she asked in a climbing voice.

  "I didn't say that."

  "Sure as sunrise the sheriff won't do anything about it. Or are you going to tell him?"

  "Waste of time."

  "You're going to do it all yourself," she accused. "Just shove the little woman in a closet and go bare-handed after some murderous dickhead."

  "Talk about images you could live without."

  She refused to be sidetracked. "Well?"

  "I won't be bare-handed."

  She remembered him standing by a window with a weapon held down along his leg. Her breath came out with a hoarse sound.

  "I don't want you to get hurt over something that has nothing to do with you," she said.

  "Everything is connected, Carolina May. Especially you and me."

  "Then stop trying to get rid of me."

  "I'm trying to keep you safe."

  "And I'm trying to keep you safe."

  He opened his mouth. Closed it. Shook his head. "I'm not believing this conversation."

  "Then don't have it."

  He laughed almost helplessly.

  "What?" she asked.

  "I'm picturing the reaction of my… friends if they could hear this." Dan's mouth turned up in a bemused curve. "Would it help you to know I've been trained in various kinds of self-defense, I'm fluent in five languages, and I've lived in failed and failing states for ten out of the last twelve years?"

  "I'm happy for you, even though it sounds like you have a sucky, dangerous job."

  "Sometimes. Mostly not."

  "Maybe I should rescue you." She smiled.

  "You're missing the point," he said.

  "The point is I'm staying."

  He looked at her smoky gold eyes and knew he wasn't going to win this argument.

  "If you stay, there are going to be some ground rules," he said.

  "There's no if about it. I'm staying. Wait," she said, sensing he was going to argue some more. "Let me finish. I'm not crazy or naive. I know how close I came to dying last night. But if I run off, whoever is behind this isn't going to just go back to playing with himself. Winifred is in danger right now. Anyone who asks the wrong questions is in danger. I can't just shrug and say, 'Not my problem,' and walk away. It's like you said. Everything is connected. I can't live with being the weak link that made someone else's life fall apart."

  Dan couldn't argue with Carly. He felt the same way. It was one of the reasons he'd kept on doing a sucky, sometimes dangerous job.

  "Okay," he said.

  She blinked. "That's it? No argument? Just okay?"

  "Keep it in mind when you start objecting to commonsense advice."

  "You don't advise, you order."

  He just looked at her.

  She blew out a breath. "Okay."

  Smiling, Dan kissed her quickly and shot out of bed before he changed his mind.

  Or she did.

  Chapter 38

  TAOS

  MONDAY MORNING

  DAN PARKED IN FRONT OF HIS PARENTS' HOUSE, NEXT TO THE OLD CAR THEY HAD last seen in front of Lucia Sandoval's house.

  "I won't be long," Dan said to Carly. "Wait here. I'll leave the engine running so you keep warm."

  She gave him a sideways look. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

  "I'm offering you a chance to avoid what might be an ugly family wrangle."

  "About?"

  "Opiates."

  She reached for the handle and opened the door.

  He cursed under his breath, got out, and held the little gate open for her. As she walked by, he took her arm and stopped her. "Whatever you hear doesn't go into Winifred's damned history without my mother's permission."

  "I don't think your mother will give it."

  "She has a right to her privacy. So does Lucia, whose only mistake was to fall in love with the wrong man."

  Carly looked into Dan's eyes, shadowed and green and determined. "I'll respect their privacy."

  "Thank you." He shifted almost angrily, releasing her. "I don't like doing this."

  "Asking me to censor a family history?"

  "That, too."

  Dan knocked on the door and called out. His father's voice called back.

  "Great," Dan muttered. "That will put a real gloss on this cluster-hug."

  "Cluster-hug. Is that a word?"

  "It is in my mother's house."

  Carly bit her lip against a smile. The idea of a man like Dan tiptoeing around his mother appealed to her. "Gotcha."

  The door opened. John grinned when he saw them. "Answered prayers. Your mother and Lucia are in the greenhouse talking about woman things."

  "Carly is your answer," Dan said, gesturing her into the house. "I need to talk to Mom."

  John's smile vanished. "It better not be about your great-grandfather."

  "It isn't." This time.

  "Fresh coffee in the kitchen," John said to Carly. "You want some, Dan?"

  "No thanks. This will be short and sweet." I hope.

  Dan went through the kitchen to the attached greenhouse. The temperature was about that of the kitchen. The humidity was higher.

  "Hi, Mom," he said, hugging her briefly. "Lucia. How are the kids?"

  "Healthy and in school," she said, rolling her eyes in relief. "Your mother's medicines are such a help."

  "They can be."
Dan's smile vanished as he looked at his mother. "Or they can hurt."

  Diana drew in a sharp, shocked breath.

  "Who supplies you and Winifred with opiates for your medicines?" he asked. "Armando?"

  Lucia made a small sound.

  "What do you know of opiates?" Diana asked.

  "A lot more than you want to hear." He glanced at Lucia. "Isn't that right?"

  She flushed and looked away.

  "Armando told you, didn't he?" Dan pressed.

  She nodded slightly.

  "What?" Diana asked. "What are you talking about?"

  "Part of my work includes tracking black money," Dan said evenly. "Illegal money. The kind Armando Sandoval and his kin make butt-loads of smuggling Mexican brown or Colombian cocaine, depending on which branch of the family he's working with on a load."

  Diana shrugged. Everyone knew what Armando did. "So?"

  "So when I got too close, his Colombian kin put out a contract on me." Absently Dan rubbed his left leg. "The story about a climbing accident was just that, a story."

  This time Diana wasn't the only one who made a shocked sound. Carly had been standing in the doorway, listening. Her eyes were wide and horrified.

  Lucia crossed herself and looked at the floor in shame. "Lo siento."

  He knew she was sorry, just as he knew she loved her husband anyway. She had walled herself off from reality until she was able to see Armando only as her man and the father of her children.

  "It has nothing to do with you," Dan said, touching Lucia briefly. "But it has everything to do with my question."

  "Why?" John asked coolly. "Have you come to arrest your mother on drug charges?"

  "You know better."

  "Then why do you care? She doesn't use enough opiates to make a blip on anybody's radar."

  "I've been assuming that Carly was the target of the drugging at Sylvia's memorial service," Dan said. "But it could have been me. Armando could have figured this would be a good, clean shot at finishing the contract."

  Lucia put her hands over her ears and shook her head. "No! He said nothing about that. He just laughed when I said you were hurt climbing. I hear that laugh before. I know it has to do with… business."

  Dan looked at his mother. The darkness in her eyes made him wish he hadn't opened his mouth. "You and Winifred share the same source for opiates."

  "Yes," Diana said. " Alma."

  "She certainly would have had the opportunity," Carly said from the doorway. "But she was sick, too, wasn't she?"