Oath of Honor

quietly. “When you’ve killed once, it gets easier—at least for some

people.”

Evyn’s eyes were cloudy, troubled. Wes took her hand and pulled

her closer. “What’s wrong?”

“Sitting in that van listening to you with her—knowing you were

too far away for me to get you…” Evyn cupped Wes’s face and kissed

her. “Made me crazy.”

Wes’s pulse soared. Her whole life had been geared toward taking

care of others—she’d learned to be self-sufficient, learned to stand

alone. She’d never been so critically important to anyone before. Evyn

made her feel like she mattered—right now, in this moment—more

than anything else in Evyn’s world. She looped her arms around Evyn’s

waist and pulled her in tight between her thighs. “I’m sorry if it was

hard for you.”

• 250 •

Oath Of hOnOr

Evyn rested her forehead against Wes’s. “I knew you could handle

yourself—don’t get me wrong.”

“I think we both know we can do our jobs, no matter what.”

“I do. I believe that. But part of me, the part I shoved away a long

time ago so I could focus on getting where I wanted to get, that part was

just a little bit scared.”

“I suppose every time you’re away, in potential danger, I’ll be a

little bit scared too.” Wes kissed her. “But I’ll be damn proud too.”

“Wes,” Evyn murmured, sliding her mouth over Wes’s, kissing

her throat. “I should tell you—”

“Yes?” Wes arched her neck, gave more of herself to Evyn’s

mouth. “What?”

Evyn groaned, her hands trembling on Wes’s shoulders. “I’m

falling in love with you.”

Wes slipped her fingers into Evyn’s hair, drawing her mouth tighter

to her skin, wanting the heat of Evyn’s mouth searing her flesh. “I’m so

glad. Because I’m in love with you.”

Evyn shuddered. “I’m not making love to you again until we’re

in a bed.”

“I don’t have plants or a cat,” Wes whispered, “but I’ve got clean

sheets.”

• 251 •

RADCLYfFE

chapter thirty-One

Cam turned the bathroom light off before she opened the door

and walked quietly back into the bedroom. The room was

filled with a soft gray haze marking the transition between moonlight

and sunrise, that in-between time when night was all but gone and the

day not yet born—when reality dispelled the last lingering dreams.

She found the clothes she’d left out the night before and pulled on

underwear, pants, and a shirt. She slid her ID into her back pocket and

clipped her badge to her belt on her right hip next to her holster. Sheets

rustled behind her and she turned as Blair sat up in bed. “Been awake

long?”“A few minutes,” Blair said. “I like watching you dress almost as

much as I like watching you undress.”

Laughing, Cam sat on the side of the bed and stroked Blair’s leg

through the sheets. Blair was wearing another one of her old T-shirts—

this one with JJRTC stenciled across the chest. A few holes peppered

the front—spots she’d snagged running through the woods on one of

her training exercises. She leaned down and kissed Blair. “It’s pretty

early yet. Are you going to stay up?”

“I’ve gotten spoiled these last few weeks, having you around.

Knowing you weren’t going to be out in the field.”

“I need to be there for this.” Cam settled on the bed, swung around

until her back was against the headboard, and settled Blair against her

side. She kissed her temple. In her new job with Homeland Security,

she was riding a desk most of the time. She was a hands-on supervisor,

though, and sometimes she needed to be in the field. “Your father’s

• 252 •

Oath Of hOnOr

safety is our number one priority, but this kind of incident has the

potential to terrify the nation. We’ll stop it—I promise. But media

containment is almost as vital.”

Blair nodded. “I know. Which is why you’re leading the team

yourself and limiting the number of people who know the details.”

“Yes.” She’d put agents from the Washington field office on

Jennifer Pattee the night before after Daniels and Block left to

follow Captain Masters home. The other agents only knew they were

maintaining surveillance on a person of interest and didn’t need to

know more. The intercept this morning had to be carried out by a

small, select team in the know, and she needed to be there to assure the

details of the plan weren’t made public. Knowledge of a threat could

be almost as dangerous as the event itself.

“I’m not even going to ask how dangerous you think this might

be,” Blair said, running her fingers over the buttons on Cam’s shirt.

“I already know. And I understand why you have to do this. Just be

careful.”

“I will be. I’ll call you as soon as I can, but it might be a while.”

Blair rubbed her cheek on Cam’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about

me. Just do your job and remember, part of your job is coming back to

me.” “I won’t forget.” Cam kissed her. “It’s the best assignment I’ve

ever had.”

v

Wes judged the time to be nearing 0430. They’d need to leave soon

so Evyn could meet up with the intercept team and she could join the