Brenda Jackson - Feeling the Heat

“What’s the point of entry?” she asked, moving to stand in front of the desk.

“So far, only by ingestion. It’s been suspected that something was put in the water supply. If that’s true, it will be up to us to find out what it is.”

She nodded, and he knew she completely understood. The government’s position was that if the enemy had developed some kind of deadly chemical then the United States needed to know about it. It was important to determine early on what they were up against and how they could protect U.S. military personnel.

“And how was it detected, Micah?” she was calm and relaxed as she questioned him. He moved to sit on the edge of his desk. Not far from where she stood. He wondered if she’d taken note of their proximity.

He wished she wasn’t wearing his favorite perfume and that he didn’t remember just how dark her eyes would become in the heat of passion. Kalina Daniels was an innately sensuous woman. There was no doubt about it.

“Five otherwise healthy adults over the age of fifty were found dead within the same week with no obvious signs of trauma,” he heard himself saying. “However, their tongues had enlarged to twice the normal size. Other than that, there was nothing else, not even evidence of a foreign substance in their bloodstream.”

He saw the look in her eyes while she was digesting what he’d said. Most terrorist groups experimented on a small number of people before unleashing anything in full force, just to make sure their chemical warfare weapon was effective. It was too early to make an assumption about what they would be facing, but the researcher who was already there waiting on them had stated his suspicions. Before 9/11 chemical weapons were considered a poor man’s atomic bomb. However, because of their ability to reach millions of people in so many different ways, these weapons were now considered the worst and most highly effective of all forms of warfare.

“Have you ever been to Bajadad?” she asked him.

He met her gaze. “Yes, several years ago, right after the first democratic elections were held. It was my first assignment after leaving college and coming to work for the federal government. We were sent there on a peace-finding mission when members of the king’s household had become ill. Some suspected foul play. However, it didn’t take us long to determine it hadn’t been all that serious, just a contaminated sack of wheat that should never have been used.”

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she’d become intrigued. That’s how it had always been with her. She would ask a lot of questions to quench that curiosity of hers. She thought he’d lived an adventurous life as an epidemiologist, while, thanks to her father, she’d been deliberately kept on the sidelines.

In a way, he was surprised she was going to Bajadad. Either the old man had finally learned his lesson or he was getting lax in keeping up with his daughter’s whereabouts. He knew her father had worked behind the scenes, wielding power, influencing his contacts, to make sure Kalina had assignments only in the States or in first-world countries. He’d discovered, after the fact, that her time in Sydney had been orchestrated to keep her out of Beijing without giving her a reason to get suspicious.

Micah stood and decided to shift topics. He met Kalina’s gaze when he said, “I think we need to talk about last night.”

He watched her spine stiffen as she once again shifted into a defensive mode. “No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do Kalina. We’re going out on a mission together, and I think it’s going to be important that we’re comfortable around each other and put our personal differences aside. I’d be the first to admit I’ve made a lot of mistakes where you’re concerned, and I regret making them. Now you believe the worst of me and nothing I can say or do will change that.”

He paused a moment, knowing he had to chose his words carefully. “You don’t have to worry about me mixing business with pleasure, because I refuse to become involved with a woman who doesn’t trust me. So there can never be anything between us again.”

There, he’d said it. He tasted the lie on his tongue, but knew his reasons for his concocted statement were justified. He had no intention of giving her up. Ever. But she had to learn to trust him. And he would do whatever he had to do to make that happen.

Although she tried to shelter her reaction, he’d seen how his words had jolted her body. There was no doubt in his mind she had felt the depth of what he’d said. A part of him wanted to believe that deep down she still cared for him.

She lifted her chin in a stubborn frown. “Good. I’m glad we got that out of the way and that we understand each other.”

He glanced down at his watch. “Our flight leaves in a few hours. I would offer you a ride to the airport, but I’m catching a ride with someone myself.”

She tilted her head back and looked at him. “No problem. I reserved a rental car.”

Kalina looked at her own watch and slipped the straps of her purse onto her shoulders. “I need to be going.”

“I’ll walk out with you,” he said, falling into step beside her. He had no problem offering her a ride if she needed one, but he hadn’t wanted to appear too anxious to be in her company. “We’re looking at a twelve-hour flight. I’d advise you to eat well before we fly out. The food we’re going to be served on the plane won’t be the best.”

She chuckled and the sound did something to him. It felt good to be walking beside her. “Don’t think I don’t know about military-airplane food. I’m going to stop and grab me a sandwich from Po’Boys,” she said.

He knew she regretted mentioning the restaurant when he glanced over and saw the blush on her face. Chances were, like him, she was remembering the last time they’d gone there together. It had been their first night back in the States after Australia. He might not recall what all they’d eaten that night, but he did remember everything they’d done in the hotel room afterward.

“Whatever you get, eat enough for the both of us,” he said, breaking the silence between them.

She glanced over at him. “I will.”

They were now outside, standing on the top steps of the Centers for Disease Control. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you on the flight. Take care until then, Kal.”

Then, without looking back, he moved to the car that pulled up to the curb at that very moment. He smiled, thinking the timing was perfect when he saw who was driving the car.

He glanced up at the sky. He had a feeling someone up there was definitely on his side. His cousin, Senator Reggie Westmoreland, had called him that morning, inviting him to lunch. Reggie, his wife, Olivia, and their one-year-old twin sons made Washington their home for part of the year. It was Olivia and not Reggie who’d come to pick him up to take him to their house in Georgetown. She was a beautiful woman, and he could just imagine the thoughts going through Kalina’s mind right now.

Kalina stood and watched Micah stroll down the steps toward the waiting car. He looked good in a chambray shirt that showed the width of his broad shoulders and jeans that hugged his masculine thighs, making her appreciate what a fine specimen of a man he was.

He worked out regularly and it showed. No matter from what angle you saw him—front, back or side—one looked just as good as the other. And from the side-glances of several women who were climbing the steps and passing by him as he moved down, she was reminded again that she wasn’t the only one who appreciated that fact.

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