Dangerous Attraction Romantic Suspense Boxed Set (110 page)

“Yeah, that’s gonna happen,” she whispered caustically. “Soldiers aren’t immortal.” Her voice cracked with buried pain. “I need to know what’s going on in case you’re not around to handle it.”

“I’ll be around, don’t worry about that.” His fingers tensed around hers.

She didn’t believe in those sorts of promises. She’d heard them before. “Who are you really? How many men do you have?” The moonlight was bright enough to watch his expression turn grim. He shook his head, walking faster.

“Tyrone Dempsey. Sergeant. 2350045.”

“Ha-ha.” Her scratches stung but the fatigue helped numb the constant ache. “How long before we set up the trap?”

He stopped and said in a low voice that bristled with impatience. “Keep the noise down. Sound carries for miles in these hills and we’ve no idea where he might be.”

Axelle grimaced. “Sorry.” She wasn’t used to a cloak-and-dagger existence. She left people alone and they usually returned the favor.

He started forward again. “We’ll stop over this ridge and assess the area.”

She looked around and recognized her surroundings. “Wait, there’s a shallow cave in that hillside over there.” She pointed along the narrow gorge they were traveling through.

The team had set up a hide there the first summer they’d come to this region. Dempsey looked at the ground, then at the surrounding hillside. There was a faint dusting of snow. He nodded as if trusting her decision. “We’ll climb up via the ridge and I’ll circle back along the top and down into the cave to try and not leave tracks.” He looked at the dusting of snow. “Although that’s almost impossible under these conditions. We better hope for more snow or enough wind to sweep them away.”

She started the steep climb out of the valley. “I assume this person is a terrorist?” She noted the way he tensed even though he didn’t answer. “Figures. How’d you know he’s in this region?”

“Do you
ever
stop asking questions?” Still the conservation was barely above a whisper.

Out of breath, Axelle used a hand on her knee to help her climb. “Sure—”

“When you’re asleep?”

She grunted. It wasn’t attractive but she didn’t care. The guy had already seen her at her worst. “Asking questions is what scientists do.”

A soft huff of air told her he was laughing. He let go of her hand. The sudden feeling of separation caught her off guard. He pointed along the faint trail. “Keep moving carefully along the path, I’ll go plant the collar and catch you up.” Suddenly he was gone, leaving her alone in the frigid landscape.

“Don’t be foolish,” she whispered. Alone was fine. She
liked
alone. She wasn’t scared of the dark. Just of caves and enclosed spaces the same way any sane human would be if they’d been trapped beneath tons of rubble that could shift at any moment… She put the brakes on that train of thought.

If she concentrated hard she could make out the snake and curl of the trail in the glimmer of moonlight. Ice coated some of the rocks, and each footstep was treacherous. She hoped her horse was safe but in her experience animals were smarter at finding their way home than humans. He’d have gone back to camp for the warm mash he knew was waiting. Josef and Anji would worry but there was nothing she could do about that.

The world was absolutely silent except for her breath puffing in and out of her lungs and her footfalls scratching the brittle earth. Dempsey materialized at her side like a specter and she jumped. He caught her elbow. “Come on. I planted the collar and spotted a decent place to lay up. We’ll embed and call the lads for backup.”

Excitement tripped through her veins at the thought of taking this fight to the poacher. Although why Dempsey thought her poacher and his terrorist were the same person she couldn’t fathom. Didn’t matter. She’d take any help she could get in the effort to save her leopards.

They worked their way up the opposite side of the valley. Wind blew the dusting of snow across the trail, obliterating their tracks.

It was getting much steeper.

She jolted when Dempsey maneuvered her in front of him and put both hands on her hips to hold her in place. A frisson of sexual awareness shot through her.

“The cave is just above this boulder.” His hands burned imprints through her clothes and into her skin and she was suddenly, for the first time in what seemed like decades, aware of herself as a woman. “I’m going to give you a boost, which probably means putting my hands on your arse.” His voice was husky, his breath brushed against her ear as he tried to keep the volume as inaudible as possible. “If you have a problem with that, I’ll figure out some other way. But this is the quickest and easiest method to get where we need to be.”

The idea of his hands on her ass stirred long-repressed erotic memories, which bothered her a lot. Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry. But there was another problem. A bigger problem. “I’m not real big on caves.”

He took that as affirmation and boosted her up. She reached for the lip of rock and tried to find purchase with her feet. Two big hands found her butt and gave her a forceful shove that allowed her to crawl over the top. She didn’t know what the hell she was feeling and didn’t have time to think about it as his backpack bobbed in front of her. She caught the straps and the damn thing nearly pulled her back over the edge. It was heavier than she was.

She hung on and leaned back, pulling the thing with every ounce of strength. Then he was beside her and yanking the pack beside him with what looked like ease.

“You need a lesson in traveling light.” Her breath came in shallow pants.

“Yeah, well my horse was busy and at least
I
have my comms and sleeping bag with me. If you’re lucky I might share.” He winked.

She smiled for the first time in days. She’d almost forgotten the art of banter, but right now it eased the tension and untied the knot that constricted her throat. “We’ve held hands and you’ve copped a feel, I guess now we
have
to sleep together.”

Mischief danced in the sparkle of his eyes. “I’d heard American girls were easy.” He held out his hand and pulled her along behind him.

“I’d heard Englishmen were charming.” She deliberately got his nationality wrong. “I guess we were both wrong.”

He clutched his chest and pretended to stagger. “English?” He shuddered. “I’d rather be stabbed through the heart with a toothbrush.”

He was kidding with her. Something about him was so relaxed and familiar it almost hurt. Axelle felt comfortable in his presence and yet wired by the unexpected attraction. It was as if they’d known each other for years. As if they trusted one another.

She followed him, still holding his hand.

Don’t think about the cave.

She looked out at the valley instead. It was almost dawn now, the soft glow of the newborn sun edging along the tips of the distant peaks.

They stopped in front of some straggly scrub. He held back a bush, and the fragrant aroma of sage filled the air.

She looked at the entrance of the cave and her skin prickled. It was more of a crevice than a cave. About two feet high and four feet wide, deep enough for them to crawl inside. More of a crack than a real cave. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Whenever possible, she had her students do anything that involved overhanging rock, but this was all on her.

She stared up at the cliff face. She could almost feel the pressure of all that stone pressing down of her.
Oh, shit
. Memories tried to crowd her and her hands shook. The moisture in her mouth evaporated. Dempsey crouched, exploring the space with a stick to make sure nothing nasty lurked in the recesses.

Tremors struck her body. She couldn’t do this. She retreated a half step and he reached out to catch her arm.

“Easy. That’s a steep fall back there.”

She glanced behind her and saw the dizzying drop. Jesus, she’d almost stepped off a cliff because she was freaked out by a simple hole in the mountain—an indentation—not even a real cave.

He slipped his sleeping bag out of his pack and unzipped it, spreading it out on the rough stone. “Right then. In you go.”

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. He caught her expression and went still. “Or”—he drew the word out as his eyes catalogued her features—“we can abort this idea and head back to camp and make a new plan.”

Because she couldn’t cope with lying beneath a rock.

“Give me a minute.” She dropped to her haunches.

“The main thing about this sort of observation work is keeping still. We’ve got enough cover around the entrance to keep us hidden and enough dust over our skin that shine isn’t going to give us away. But movement draws the eye and that’s where covert surveillance fails.”

He pulled out the satellite phone and called his team members and HQ. She heard them exchanging a few details.

Another problem rose to the forefront of her mind. “How long will we be staying here?”

He looked over at her like she’d grown horns. “Until he turns up or the situation changes.”

She fidgeted and pressed her legs together but it didn’t help. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Lines cut around his lips as he smiled. There was even a dimple. “Ah.”

They looked out at the barren surroundings. He peered past her shoulders. “There’s a boulder along there.”

“What about your men?”

His expression was serious but she could tell he was trying hard not to laugh. “They won’t be here for a while. Satellite images are good but they aren’t that good so hopefully everyone at HQ won’t see your…” He coughed and hid a laugh. “I’ll look the other way. Watch the drop-off,” he warned.

She crept along the ledge, a little worried her bodily functions might be broadcast to the entire British Army but resigned anyway. It wasn’t exactly easy, trying to pee on a cliff face, but nothing about this situation was easy.

When she came back, Dempsey was stretched out inside the cave. She swallowed the lump of dread that solidified in her throat. Locking her jaw, she crawled down beside him, aware of every inch of his body—and hers. He felt good. Really good. Breathing steadily, she concentrated on him rather than the thought of all that rock above her head.

She’d almost forgotten how enjoyable it could feel to press against a hard male body. Certainly no one had elicited this sort of response since Gideon. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she wasn’t so chicken. She hated being afraid of anything and this was so…stupid. Wishing there was room to edge away from Dempsey, she fidgeted, which made her even more aware of him and his scent and shape.

Why did she have to be even vaguely aware of this guy as a male? After Gideon had been killed, she’d vowed never to go through that kind of pain again. She’d never get involved again, period. She thrust away the memories.

It took her a moment to realize she’d been so busy thinking about men that she’d forgotten her fear of caves. She didn’t know which she’d rather deal with.

She kept her eyes on the horizon, wriggled for another minute. Shifted her hips. Scratched her arm. Pushed her hair behind her ears. Shifted her hips again. She felt the weight of eyes on her and turned to meet a pair of the bluest, most-intense irises she’d ever seen.

“What?” she asked.

He cocked a brow. “Movement, remember?”

His eyes were even bluer close up and she found herself cataloguing his features. Straight, flat nose. Full lower lip. Sandy blond stubble gracing a lean jaw. Sun-bleached brows and lashes that looked white against his tanned skin and high, Slavic cheekbones.

“What?” he murmured.

For a moment she held her breath and then broke away from his gaze. “You’ve got big ears,” she said.

“All the better to hear you with.” His lips twitched. “I’ve got big hands too.”

She blinked at his hands and swallowed hard. Heat crept up her cheeks. She watched him out of the corner of her eye and decided to change the subject before she embarrassed herself. “What made you become a soldier?”

“I like guns.”

She rolled her eyes. “You should come live in Montana.”

He smiled without looking at her. “Why are you scared of caves, Dr. Dehn?”

It wasn’t a secret. Hell, it was on Wikipedia, although generally she didn’t talk about it.

But for some reason she felt compelled to answer him. Maybe it was the trust thing, which relied on a certain amount of honesty and this was old history. “I was trapped under a collapsed building for two days.”

“Holy fucking hell.”

“Yeah, it was.” A shiver of cold slid down her back and she inched closer to him. After a quarter of a century the memories generally didn’t hurt anymore, instead they’d coalesced into this childish terror of small, dark spaces. But right now she was remembering all the fear and all the terror and all the endless hours of waiting, trapped beside her dead mother. Her lungs hurt. Panic snatched her breath. Once. Twice.

His fingers found hers. Hot. Smooth, and reassuring. He squeezed and she held on.

“How old were you?” His deep murmur calmed her raw nerves.

“Ten, but I don’t remember much of it.” She’d blocked it. She’d almost died from dehydration and she’d blocked it. A freak rainstorm had kept her alive, enabling her to suck moisture from the rubble. She’d blocked that too.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” After another moment. “It’s Axelle. Not Dr. Dehn.”

“After the lead singer of Guns N’ Roses?”

“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “Mom was a big fan.”

He’d let go of her hand and had been staring down the scope of that mean-looking rifle with his trademark intensity. He looked back at her, and the smile that lit his face turned him from handsome to hot in a heartbeat.

She swallowed and shifted a little bit away from him but then felt cold again. She sighed with misery. She didn’t want to be attracted to anyone, hadn’t had this problem in over a decade. Being attracted to a soldier felt fundamentally
wrong
. The fact she was having these thoughts when some sadist was shooting her leopards made her feel like a loser on every level. But this man was helping her. Perhaps that was why she felt the attraction. It was nothing more than misplaced gratitude.