The Eden Factor (Kathlyn Trent/Marcus Burton Romance Adventure Series Book 2) by Kathryn Le Veque Page B
Authors: Kathryn Le Veque
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with my genuine concerns?"
"Don't turn this all around
on me. You're explosive and demanding. It's not a matter of my turning my back;
when you reach a certain point, you just refuse to listen. Come hell or high
water, you were going to forbid me to go to Iraq, and that's not fair. This is
a marriage, Marcus, not a dictatorship. If you really don't want me to do
something, talk to me rationally. Don't blow up and start throwing around
ultimatums."
His grip on her loosened.
"Maybe I blow up because I see no other way of communicating with you.
Once your mind is set, there's nothing I can do or say to change it. I know I
have a temper, but in your case, it's a release of frustration. Sometimes I
feel like nothing I say matters to you at all so I have to resort to brute
strength to get my point across, like now."
It struck her that he was very
correct. She expected him to understand her completely, yet she didn't give him
the same courtesy. With a sigh, she sat up and looked at him.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Call it stubbornness, or independence, or whatever, I guess I don't like
to be told what to do. Not even by you."
He sat up next to her. "I
don't do it to be mean. But sometimes I just don't understand you."
She looked away, her gaze moving
over the treasured trappings of the ancient chamber. "I’m not asking you
to. But I do wish you would just trust me.”
“And I wish, for once, you would
act like I have a say in something as serious as this.”
Now she was feeling bad. “You
have a say in everything, Marcus, whether serious or inconsequential.”
“You don’t act like it.”
“I respect you and your opinion
more than anyone else on this earth. You’re my most powerful voice of reason.”
“Then prove it. Listen to what I
say sometimes.”
“So you don't want me to
go?" she asked softly.
He thought carefully about his
reply. He could see two legitimate sides to this argument and was trying to be
as unbiased as possible. "More than the methods you guys are going to use,
I don't like the fact that you'll be in the midst of the Iraqi military. That
scares the hell out of me, Kathlyn."
"But Fayd's grandfather is a
general. They wouldn't dare touch me."
"It just takes one
idiot."
"So what do you want me to
do? Tell me and I'll do it."
He gazed at her profile, feeling
himself relent. He knew how much this meant to her, how passionate she was
about her work. He was such a weakling because he knew he couldn’t deny her
anything, right or wrong. "We'll go together," he reached up and
stroked her long hair. "If you're going to watch over Fayd, then I'm going
to watch over you."
"Will you excavate it?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "If I
only have ninety six hours, I'll do it my way. And no argument from you or Fahdlan.
Understood?"
"Understood."
"Okay," he kissed her
on the forehead, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. "And next time,
don't get so mad. You know I don't deal well with that."
She smiled. "You've just got
to know how to handle me."
"Ha! There is no way known
to Man proven to handle you."
She wrapped her arms around his
waist, leaning in to him. She was incredibly glad they were talking again.
Marcus was her heart and soul and she would be lost without him.
“You’ve got a pretty good grip on
it,” she assured him. “Manhandling me seems to work when all else fails.”
He rolled his eyes, leaning down
to accept her kiss. “Too much work. You put up too much of a fight.”
She kissed him again because he
tasted so good. “Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t give you much of one this time.”
He became aggressive in returning
her kisses. “Why do you think I pinned your arms? If you get one of those hands
free, I’ll have a black eye or missing teeth.”
She laughed softly and he kissed
her hard, snaking his tongue into her mouth and tasting her sweetness. “I’m
not that bad,” she murmured.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed, a hand
moving to her full breast. “You’re that
"Don't turn this all around
on me. You're explosive and demanding. It's not a matter of my turning my back;
when you reach a certain point, you just refuse to listen. Come hell or high
water, you were going to forbid me to go to Iraq, and that's not fair. This is
a marriage, Marcus, not a dictatorship. If you really don't want me to do
something, talk to me rationally. Don't blow up and start throwing around
ultimatums."
His grip on her loosened.
"Maybe I blow up because I see no other way of communicating with you.
Once your mind is set, there's nothing I can do or say to change it. I know I
have a temper, but in your case, it's a release of frustration. Sometimes I
feel like nothing I say matters to you at all so I have to resort to brute
strength to get my point across, like now."
It struck her that he was very
correct. She expected him to understand her completely, yet she didn't give him
the same courtesy. With a sigh, she sat up and looked at him.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Call it stubbornness, or independence, or whatever, I guess I don't like
to be told what to do. Not even by you."
He sat up next to her. "I
don't do it to be mean. But sometimes I just don't understand you."
She looked away, her gaze moving
over the treasured trappings of the ancient chamber. "I’m not asking you
to. But I do wish you would just trust me.”
“And I wish, for once, you would
act like I have a say in something as serious as this.”
Now she was feeling bad. “You
have a say in everything, Marcus, whether serious or inconsequential.”
“You don’t act like it.”
“I respect you and your opinion
more than anyone else on this earth. You’re my most powerful voice of reason.”
“Then prove it. Listen to what I
say sometimes.”
“So you don't want me to
go?" she asked softly.
He thought carefully about his
reply. He could see two legitimate sides to this argument and was trying to be
as unbiased as possible. "More than the methods you guys are going to use,
I don't like the fact that you'll be in the midst of the Iraqi military. That
scares the hell out of me, Kathlyn."
"But Fayd's grandfather is a
general. They wouldn't dare touch me."
"It just takes one
idiot."
"So what do you want me to
do? Tell me and I'll do it."
He gazed at her profile, feeling
himself relent. He knew how much this meant to her, how passionate she was
about her work. He was such a weakling because he knew he couldn’t deny her
anything, right or wrong. "We'll go together," he reached up and
stroked her long hair. "If you're going to watch over Fayd, then I'm going
to watch over you."
"Will you excavate it?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "If I
only have ninety six hours, I'll do it my way. And no argument from you or Fahdlan.
Understood?"
"Understood."
"Okay," he kissed her
on the forehead, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. "And next time,
don't get so mad. You know I don't deal well with that."
She smiled. "You've just got
to know how to handle me."
"Ha! There is no way known
to Man proven to handle you."
She wrapped her arms around his
waist, leaning in to him. She was incredibly glad they were talking again.
Marcus was her heart and soul and she would be lost without him.
“You’ve got a pretty good grip on
it,” she assured him. “Manhandling me seems to work when all else fails.”
He rolled his eyes, leaning down
to accept her kiss. “Too much work. You put up too much of a fight.”
She kissed him again because he
tasted so good. “Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t give you much of one this time.”
He became aggressive in returning
her kisses. “Why do you think I pinned your arms? If you get one of those hands
free, I’ll have a black eye or missing teeth.”
She laughed softly and he kissed
her hard, snaking his tongue into her mouth and tasting her sweetness. “I’m
not that bad,” she murmured.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed, a hand
moving to her full breast. “You’re that
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