out this wound, but I've had enough battlefield experience to sew you up."
She wished she hadn't let him touch her. Her flesh was tingling beneath his fingers. Not as it had in the stairwell at the hotel. There was no comfort, no security this time. It was . . . sensual . . . disturbing.
He must have felt the tension, because his gaze shifted to her face. His hands became still for an instant before he put a clean pad on the wound. "Looks like it's healing pretty well now." He wrapped the bandage over her shoulder. "Be sure you keep taking those antibiotics and pain pills."
"Of course. I'm not a masochist." She buttoned up the shirt. "I'm going to get well as quickly as I can."
"So that you can avenge yourself on me as well as the bad guys?"
"It's hard to distinguish between you." She moved toward the bedroom. "I'm going to take another nap. Wake me when Galen gets here."
"I will. I wouldn't cheat you of the opportunity to meet him. He's truly an original."
And so was Judd Morgan, she thought as she closed the door. Hard as a diamond and just as brilliant, every facet shimmering with power and deception.
Deception. Yes, that had been the one constant since she first saw Morgan in that stairwell. He was an enigma. She had no idea which move he'd make next.
Or why.
She walked across the room and crawled back into bed. She'd be glad when she regained more strength. She'd been on her feet for less than thirty minutes and she was disgustingly weak and shaky. Maybe it was the pills. . . .
The pills?
No, she didn't think Morgan was keeping her doped up for any reason other than pain. If he'd wanted to keep her sedated, he could have done it when he brought her here from the hotel. Not that she could be sure. Well, all she could do was be patient until she was better and meanwhile take whatever help he offered. Let him be as mysterious as the Sphinx for all she cared. It didn't matter how he tried to deceive her as long as she didn't trust him.
Deceive.
Suddenly her lids flicked open. "Oh, Jesus."
"What the hell is happening?" Galen asked harshly when Judd picked up the telephone. "My God, Logan has been on my ass since I landed. He said that if I don't go after you, he will. You were supposed to keep her safe."
"She is safe."
"The hell she is. Not bloody likely."
"What are you so upset about? I told you the wound wasn't serious."
"Wound?" Silence. "Do you have a television there in the lodge?"
"Yes."
"Then turn it on to CNN. I just picked up my rental car at Stapleton Airport. I'll call you again when I get on the road. I should be there within an hour." Galen hung up.
Not good. Galen didn't lose his cool without reason.
Judd moved across the room and clicked on the television set.
Morgan opened Alex's door. "I think you'd better come out here and see this."
She sat up in bed. "Is Galen here?"
"Not yet. He should be here any minute." He stepped aside. "But you'd better see this news report before he gets here."
"News report?" She swung her feet to the floor. "What's wrong?" Panic surged through her. "Has something happened to Sarah?"
"No. Something's happened to you. Come on."
She was already following him. "What news story? Have they found out that Logan paid you to snatch me?"
"I wish." He nodded at the TV. "Damn, another commercial."
"Screw the commercial. Tell me what's happening."
"It would be better if you saw it for yourself. You're not likely to believe me." He shrugged. "Okay, you're being hunted by the FBI for involvement in the possible sabotage of Arapahoe Dam."
She stared at him incredulously. "You've got to be kidding."
He shook his head. "Jurgens made an announcement this morning. There's an all-points bulletin out for you."
Her knees felt weak and she dropped down into a chair. "It doesn't make sense. I'm the one who's been telling everyone that the dam break had to be investigated."
"According to Jurgens, Homeland Security was already suspicious that the break was no accident. They
She wished she hadn't let him touch her. Her flesh was tingling beneath his fingers. Not as it had in the stairwell at the hotel. There was no comfort, no security this time. It was . . . sensual . . . disturbing.
He must have felt the tension, because his gaze shifted to her face. His hands became still for an instant before he put a clean pad on the wound. "Looks like it's healing pretty well now." He wrapped the bandage over her shoulder. "Be sure you keep taking those antibiotics and pain pills."
"Of course. I'm not a masochist." She buttoned up the shirt. "I'm going to get well as quickly as I can."
"So that you can avenge yourself on me as well as the bad guys?"
"It's hard to distinguish between you." She moved toward the bedroom. "I'm going to take another nap. Wake me when Galen gets here."
"I will. I wouldn't cheat you of the opportunity to meet him. He's truly an original."
And so was Judd Morgan, she thought as she closed the door. Hard as a diamond and just as brilliant, every facet shimmering with power and deception.
Deception. Yes, that had been the one constant since she first saw Morgan in that stairwell. He was an enigma. She had no idea which move he'd make next.
Or why.
She walked across the room and crawled back into bed. She'd be glad when she regained more strength. She'd been on her feet for less than thirty minutes and she was disgustingly weak and shaky. Maybe it was the pills. . . .
The pills?
No, she didn't think Morgan was keeping her doped up for any reason other than pain. If he'd wanted to keep her sedated, he could have done it when he brought her here from the hotel. Not that she could be sure. Well, all she could do was be patient until she was better and meanwhile take whatever help he offered. Let him be as mysterious as the Sphinx for all she cared. It didn't matter how he tried to deceive her as long as she didn't trust him.
Deceive.
Suddenly her lids flicked open. "Oh, Jesus."
"What the hell is happening?" Galen asked harshly when Judd picked up the telephone. "My God, Logan has been on my ass since I landed. He said that if I don't go after you, he will. You were supposed to keep her safe."
"She is safe."
"The hell she is. Not bloody likely."
"What are you so upset about? I told you the wound wasn't serious."
"Wound?" Silence. "Do you have a television there in the lodge?"
"Yes."
"Then turn it on to CNN. I just picked up my rental car at Stapleton Airport. I'll call you again when I get on the road. I should be there within an hour." Galen hung up.
Not good. Galen didn't lose his cool without reason.
Judd moved across the room and clicked on the television set.
Morgan opened Alex's door. "I think you'd better come out here and see this."
She sat up in bed. "Is Galen here?"
"Not yet. He should be here any minute." He stepped aside. "But you'd better see this news report before he gets here."
"News report?" She swung her feet to the floor. "What's wrong?" Panic surged through her. "Has something happened to Sarah?"
"No. Something's happened to you. Come on."
She was already following him. "What news story? Have they found out that Logan paid you to snatch me?"
"I wish." He nodded at the TV. "Damn, another commercial."
"Screw the commercial. Tell me what's happening."
"It would be better if you saw it for yourself. You're not likely to believe me." He shrugged. "Okay, you're being hunted by the FBI for involvement in the possible sabotage of Arapahoe Dam."
She stared at him incredulously. "You've got to be kidding."
He shook his head. "Jurgens made an announcement this morning. There's an all-points bulletin out for you."
Her knees felt weak and she dropped down into a chair. "It doesn't make sense. I'm the one who's been telling everyone that the dam break had to be investigated."
"According to Jurgens, Homeland Security was already suspicious that the break was no accident. They
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