The Eden Factor (Kathlyn Trent/Marcus Burton Romance Adventure Series Book 2) by Kathryn Le Veque
Authors: Kathryn Le Veque
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lingering in the shadows of his
mind for some time now. He had been angry since their argument, unpleasantly
so, but as time passed and his anger turned to hurt, he was coming to realize
that his pride wasn't worth his wife's well being. She had been unreasonable
too, and he was having difficulty with the fact that she chose her career over
his wishes. But it wasn't worth her life. He glanced up at Lynn, a torn
expression on his face.
Lynn merely lifted his eyebrows.
"I'm going, man. And I talked to Dennis; if you’re staying here, he’s
going too. Kathlyn and Juliana deserve at least that much protection we can
provide. But you’re the biggest gun of all, Marcus; we need you. If you don’t
go to at least protect your woman, then you’re not the man I thought you
were."
Marcus stared at him. Everything
he said was correct and the guilt trip was the last straw. With a heavy sigh,
he tossed his brush aside and marched from the chamber. Lynn followed, saying a
silent prayer that Marcus had come to his senses.
It was still hot outside, even in
the deepening night. A convoy of four cars was in the motor pool, all revved up
and ready to roll. Marcus went for the first car, a Humvee that had been left
behind by the American military after the Gulf War. It was a big, heavy vehicle
and he pulled open the door on the passenger side and looked inside.
Kathlyn was sitting in the middle
between Mark and Juliana. She looked at him, in surprise at first, and then she
turned away when she saw who it was. Marcus closed the door, went to the rear
passenger door, and opened it.
"Move," he growled at
Mark.
Kathlyn threw her hand across
Mark's chest. "He's not going anywhere," she snapped. "Close the
door, Marcus. We've got to go."
Marcus gave Mark a look that
suggested he would be bodily removed if he didn't do as he had been asked. Mark
found himself in a very precarious situation but, like any rational male, he
moved out of the other man's territory. Kathlyn glared at him as he lithely
maneuvered his massive body into the vacated space.
"What are you doing?"
she demanded.
He wouldn't look at her.
"I'm going."
"No, you're not. Get
out."
He ignored her. Kathlyn kicked
Juliana out of the opposite side, climbed out, and ran around to the other side
of the car where Marcus sat. She threw open his door.
"Marcus Burton, get out of the
car. You're not going. You've made it very clear that you're not a part of this
expedition."
The entire convoy had come to a
halt. Everyone was standing around, unsure what to do. In the blare of the
headlights, an eerie silence settled as Marcus and Kathlyn faced off against
each other in yet another legendary battle. But one thing was certain; Kathlyn
Trent was as mad as anyone had ever seen her, making the situation that more
volatile. She was usually the cool one.
No one was more cognizant of
that than Marcus. He looked at her, steadily. "Get back in the car,
Kathlyn."
"I said get out."
"You're making a scene. Get
in the car."
"A scene?" She didn't
care who was witnessing her tirade. "You have no idea what a scene is, Dr.
Burton, but you're going to find out if you don't get out of the car."
Marcus slid out quicker than she
could bat an eye. He swooped down on her, bending over at the waist and
catching her abdomen against his shoulder. Before Kathlyn realized it, she was
slung up over his big shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was high-tailing
it off in the direction of the Valley of the Kings. To take her back to their
tent would afford them no privacy at all, and he knew for a fact that there was
about to be a major brawl. Up in the shelter of the ancient tomb, they could
yell their heads off and no one could hear them.
Kathlyn was as furious as a wet
cat. She struggled all the way down the road, across the moonlit parking lot,
through the security gate, and up the thirty-three steps leading to the tomb.
Once inside the narrow, angled shaft, he put her down and she immediately
mind for some time now. He had been angry since their argument, unpleasantly
so, but as time passed and his anger turned to hurt, he was coming to realize
that his pride wasn't worth his wife's well being. She had been unreasonable
too, and he was having difficulty with the fact that she chose her career over
his wishes. But it wasn't worth her life. He glanced up at Lynn, a torn
expression on his face.
Lynn merely lifted his eyebrows.
"I'm going, man. And I talked to Dennis; if you’re staying here, he’s
going too. Kathlyn and Juliana deserve at least that much protection we can
provide. But you’re the biggest gun of all, Marcus; we need you. If you don’t
go to at least protect your woman, then you’re not the man I thought you
were."
Marcus stared at him. Everything
he said was correct and the guilt trip was the last straw. With a heavy sigh,
he tossed his brush aside and marched from the chamber. Lynn followed, saying a
silent prayer that Marcus had come to his senses.
It was still hot outside, even in
the deepening night. A convoy of four cars was in the motor pool, all revved up
and ready to roll. Marcus went for the first car, a Humvee that had been left
behind by the American military after the Gulf War. It was a big, heavy vehicle
and he pulled open the door on the passenger side and looked inside.
Kathlyn was sitting in the middle
between Mark and Juliana. She looked at him, in surprise at first, and then she
turned away when she saw who it was. Marcus closed the door, went to the rear
passenger door, and opened it.
"Move," he growled at
Mark.
Kathlyn threw her hand across
Mark's chest. "He's not going anywhere," she snapped. "Close the
door, Marcus. We've got to go."
Marcus gave Mark a look that
suggested he would be bodily removed if he didn't do as he had been asked. Mark
found himself in a very precarious situation but, like any rational male, he
moved out of the other man's territory. Kathlyn glared at him as he lithely
maneuvered his massive body into the vacated space.
"What are you doing?"
she demanded.
He wouldn't look at her.
"I'm going."
"No, you're not. Get
out."
He ignored her. Kathlyn kicked
Juliana out of the opposite side, climbed out, and ran around to the other side
of the car where Marcus sat. She threw open his door.
"Marcus Burton, get out of the
car. You're not going. You've made it very clear that you're not a part of this
expedition."
The entire convoy had come to a
halt. Everyone was standing around, unsure what to do. In the blare of the
headlights, an eerie silence settled as Marcus and Kathlyn faced off against
each other in yet another legendary battle. But one thing was certain; Kathlyn
Trent was as mad as anyone had ever seen her, making the situation that more
volatile. She was usually the cool one.
No one was more cognizant of
that than Marcus. He looked at her, steadily. "Get back in the car,
Kathlyn."
"I said get out."
"You're making a scene. Get
in the car."
"A scene?" She didn't
care who was witnessing her tirade. "You have no idea what a scene is, Dr.
Burton, but you're going to find out if you don't get out of the car."
Marcus slid out quicker than she
could bat an eye. He swooped down on her, bending over at the waist and
catching her abdomen against his shoulder. Before Kathlyn realized it, she was
slung up over his big shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was high-tailing
it off in the direction of the Valley of the Kings. To take her back to their
tent would afford them no privacy at all, and he knew for a fact that there was
about to be a major brawl. Up in the shelter of the ancient tomb, they could
yell their heads off and no one could hear them.
Kathlyn was as furious as a wet
cat. She struggled all the way down the road, across the moonlit parking lot,
through the security gate, and up the thirty-three steps leading to the tomb.
Once inside the narrow, angled shaft, he put her down and she immediately
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