Dead Aim
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She waited until Bursey had shut the door behind him before she turned to face the silent man beside her.
He look tired, she thought, and realized with a surprise that it was late. Almost midnight, actually. The witching hour.
She’d never believed in ghosts or goblins or witches, but she wouldn’t mind a little magic right about now. And a hefty shot of courage. Facing him like this, looking into his eyes, she realized, suddenly, just how much the next few minutes mattered.
“So you’re going back to Washington.” His voice sounded heavy, devoid of expression.
That was a good sign, she decided. Better than relief or, God forbid, downright cheerfulness.
“For a bit. I’ll have to clean up a few things here, of course, but that shouldn’t take long. Then Washington—” she was finding it a little difficult to breathe “—and after that, my next assignment.”
He squared his shoulders, tried to look politely interested. His eyes had gone shadowed, though, and Maggie almost cheered from the relief that rushed through her at the sight.
“Another assignment?” he said. “Anywhere in particular?”
She moved closer. Close enough that he could grab her if he wanted.
“I was thinking…Montana.”
His head snapped up as if she’d hit him. “Montana!”
Maggie smiled and leaned closer still. “That’s what I was thinking. I figured it would be a nice change of pace, you know? It would have to be a university town, of course. I know a professor up there who chases grizzly bears for a living and—”
She didn’t get a chance to finish because right about then he grabbed her and dragged her hard against him. And then he kissed her and she couldn’t have gotten a word out if she’d tried.
She didn’t really try.
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DEAD AIM
Copyright © 2004 by Anne Holmberg
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