He tensed in a totally different but no less uncomfortable way. Was she probing him for information? And speaking of probing. “Hell.” Her lips pursed and she crossed herself a second time. All right then. What kind of spy crossed herself when a man cursed? Just to test her—and maybe for a little fun because there hadn’t been any fun in his life for…well…pretty much never—here went the test. “Shit, it’s hot as hell in here.” Her eyes narrowed, although still she crossed herself twice, which rubbed her elbow mighty close to his source of discomfort, damn it all. Alarms still blaring in the compound and his body, he gripped her shoulders. “Be still.” “Uh, I am. I mean, I’m trying, but these high heels hurt so I can’t stand in one position very long.” He understood well the concept of pain and the need to fidget and smell her hair with its floral scent. “Keep trying, unless you want to embarrass us both a lot more.” Her voice lowered to a husky whisper, her hair tickling his shoulders as she brought her lips close to his ear and out of hearing of the two data programmers beside them. “Can you imagine how many students are making out right now?” “You’re not helping my current situation.” “Sorry.” She eased back. “Sorta.” She grinned. “Okay, not at all. It’s just that while, well, this may be a bit weird and so embarrassing, it’s also a lovely compliment.” “Lovely?” He leaned to whisper in her ear, making sure to brush his fiveo’clock shadow across her cheek in what he hoped was a mimicking torture. “I’m not so sure I like you calling my d—” Her hand reached for her forehead in the start of a cross— “Catholic schools?” he said. She nodded. “Then could you think of another word for my manhood?”
“How about if I admit it’s ahuge temptation?” Huge? “Better.” Much. Although he couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. Sheesh. How old was she again? His photographic memory cited her at thirtyeight but she could easily pass for thirty. What was she doing flirting with a balding old dog like him? And that brought his suspicions to the fore again. There were many around here he couldn’t trust. For now, he could do nothing more than play along. “So should I start reciting the periodic table?” She grinned with those kissable red lips. “I don’t think that will help.” “Do you have lots of highschool memories of under the bleachers? Or locked in a broom closet with your boyfriend?” “Do you?”
Not hardly. “Considering I graduated high school at twelve it would be pretty perverted if I did.” “Your parents must have been proud of your graduation day, taking rolls of capandgown photos.” He didn’t want to think about those days of freakdom. At least now as an adult people didn’t see him as quite an oddity. “What about your graduation day? I’m guessing your parents were just as proud of you at