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You're a worse punishment than even he deserves, lady," she bit off as she turned away from the phone. "I wouldn't wish you on my worst enemy!" The phone rang again and she picked it up, ready to give Audrey a fierce piece of her mind. But it was a journalist wanting to know if the story in the tabloids was true, about Tate and Cecily being lovers when she was still in school. "It most certainly is not," she said curtly. "But I'll tell you ..
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Matt was deeply touched that his estranged son would come to him for advice. He wasn't going to let it show, of course. A man had his pride.
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Everything's fine." "Except that Cecily's pregnant," Matt Holden offered, grinning at Tate's exasperated glare and Leta's shocked gasp. "What do you mean, Cecily's pregnant?" Leta burst out. She hit her son's arm with her open hand. She hit him again. "You hooligan, how could you! How you?" Tate defended himself with both arms. "How do you know it was me?" he teased. "Who else could it be?" Leta raged. "Do you think my baby would let anot..
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You need a battle plan," Matt advised. "I never left the base without detailed reconnaissance and a battle plan. It's why I came home alive." Tate chuckled in spite of himself. "She's a woman, not an enemy stronghold." "That's what you think," Matt said, pointing a spoon in the other man's direction before he lowered it into his cup. "Most women enemy strongholds," he added, with a wicked glance at his smiling wife. "You have to storm the..
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Are you a relative of her late husband?" the woman asked. His eyes widened. "I beg your pardon?" "It must be so hard for her, pregnant and just widowed," the middle-aged woman continued. "We've all done what we could to make her happy here. Mr. Johnson, the curator, is a widower himself. He's already sweet on her. But you're probably anxious to see Mrs. Peterson. Shall I ring her and let her know you're coming?" Tate's eyes were blazing. "N..
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I hate beer," she moaned. "If you drink enough of it, you won't care about the taste," he assured her. She gave the can a dubious stare, shrugged, closed her eyes, held her breath and drank heavily. "Yuck!" she said. "Keep going."
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Tate was sprawled across the bed in his robe early the next morning when the sound of the front door opening penetrated his mind. There was an unholy commotion out there and his head was still throbbing, despite a bath, several cups of coffee and a handful of aspirin that had been forced on him the day before by two men he'd thought were his friends. He didn't want to sober up. He only wanted to forget that Cecily didn't want him anymore. H..
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Remember what I told you on the phone, that I found out the truth about the grant that was paying all my expenses?" she asked. Leta nodded. "Well, it wasn't a grant that was paying for my education and living expenses." She took a harsh breath. "It was Tate." Leta scowled. "Are you sure?" "I'm very sure." She glanced at the older woman. "I found out in the middle of Senator Matt Holden's political fund-raiser, and I lost my temper. I poured..
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I saw him with her last week, at a coffeehouse near my apartment. They were holding hands. She's captivated him." "The Lakota Captive." Leta made a line in the air with her hand. "I can see it now, the wily, brave Lakota warrior with the brazen white woman pioneer. She carries him off into the sunset over her shoulder..." Cecily whacked her with a strand of grass she'd pulled. "You write history your way, I'll write it my way," Leta said wi..
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Oh, it's a little worse than that," he said, nettled. "It makes you the illegitimate son of the senior Republican senator from South Dakota. And the press will eat you alive when it comes out. You, Leta, me, everyone our lives touch. Including Cecily. She'll make a damned great sidebar, with her anthropology degree!" "You'll lose face with your constituents," Tate said coldly. "Oh, to hell with that! Maybe I'll lose my job, so what?" Holden..
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At least she was good at archaeology, she mused, even if she was a dismal failure as a woman in Tate's eyes. "She's been broody ever since we got here," Leta said with pursed lips as she glanced from Tate to Cecily. "You two had a blowup, huh?" she asked, pretending innocence. Tate drew in a short breath. "She poured crab bisque on me in front of television cameras." Cecily drew herself up to her full height. "Pity it wasn't flaming shish k..
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She felt guilty, as she had when she'd heard Matt's deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She'd been too flustered to say much to him, and in the end, regretfully, she'd hung up on him out of sheer embarrassment.
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You'll get all dusty." He made a sound deep in his throat. "You can brush me off." She grinned wickedly. "Now that's what I call incentive!" He chuckled. "Cut it out. We've got a serious and sensitive situation here." "So you intimated on the phone." She glanced around the airport. "Where's baggage claim? I brought some tools and electronic equipment, too." "How about clothes?" She stared at him blankly. "What do I need with a lot of clothe..
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He'd been unique, a member of a vanishing race, a vanishing tribe, an individual in an ancient society. Now he was one of thousands with mixed blood, not unique anymore, not even Lakota. He was part Moroccan, part Berber if he believed the senator. The illegitimate son of a senator, how was that for a shocker? And if it hadn't been for a renegade gambling syndicate trying to get a casino on Sioux land that they could siphon off profits from..
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I didn't know you involved yourself in political issues." She glanced at him wryly. "Of course you didn't. You don't know a lot about me." He scowled as he turned his attention to the circle and watched his mother dance, resplendent in her beautiful buckskins. No, he didn't know a lot about Cecily, but he did know how devastated she'd been to discover he'd paid her way through college, absorbed all her expenses out of pity for her situation..
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You were just in South Dakota a couple of weeks ago," he pointed out. "Why didn't you get it then?" "It wasn't available then." She brushed back a tiny strand of loose hair. "Don't cross-examine me, okay? It's been a long day." He ran a hand around the back of his neck, under his braid of hair, and stared at her own hair in the tight bun at her nape as she replaced the errant strand. "I thought you took it down at night." "At bedtime," she ..
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I know he's had his problems in the past... "He can't keep his hands off a liquor bottle at the best of times, and he still hasn't accepted the loss of his wife!" "I sent him to a therapist over in Baltimore," she continued. "He's narrowed his habit down to a six-pack of beer on Saturdays." "What does he get for a reward?" he asked insolently. She sighed irritably. "Nobody suits you! You don't even like poor old lonely Senator Holden." "Lik..
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You're as beautiful as you were the night we made our son," she whispered, bending to kiss him tenderly. His fingers traced her dark eyebrows, her cheeks, her mouth. "I wish we could have another baby," he said heavily. "So do I. But I'm too old," she said sadly. She lay her cheek against his broad, damp chest and stroked the silver-tipped hair that covered it. "We'll have to hope for grandchildren, if he ever forgives us." He held her tigh..
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How is Tate?" He dropped into the chair across from her with an irritated sound. "Well, he isn't the man I used to know." Her eyes held a soft sadness. "You don't know why, Colby." "Like to bet?" he asked with a wry grin. "He called Matt Holden everything except a man, and then he stared on his mother. He was livid that she'd kept the truth about his real father from him all those years, and that she hung up on him when he called to get the..
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He got in beside her and impatiently reached for her seat belt, snapping it in place. "You always forget," he murmured, meeting her eyes. Her breath came uneasily through her lips as she met that level stare and responded helplessly to it. He was handsome and sexy and she loved him more than her own life. She had for years. But it was a hopeless, unreturned adoration that left her unfulfilled. He'd never touched her, not even in the most in..
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Go ahead. Ask me who the father is." He only smiled. "Do I look that stupid to you?" She pushed back her short hair with a sigh. "He doesn't know, and you're not to tell him. In English, Apache or Lakota," she emphasized, covering all her bases. He nodded. "What are you going to do?" "I haven't the slightest idea," she confessed. "I only used the home-pregnancy test this morning, but I was pretty sure before then. I've got to find a place t..
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She wasn't sure when she realized that she wasn't alone. She'd heard a louder murmur from the crowd outside, but she hadn't connected it with the door opening. She looked over her shoulder and saw Tate standing against the back wall. He was wearing one of those Armani suits that looked so splendid on his lithe build, and he had his trenchcoat over one arm. He was leaning back, glaring at the ceremony. Something was different about him, but ..
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I'm not leaving you alone, even with a good shadow," he said firmly. "So either you move in with me, or I sleep on the couch here. Your choice." "Where will Audrey sleep?" she asked coldly."
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Or I can stay with Colby when he comes back," she added deliberately. She even smiled. "He'll take care of me." His black eyes narrowed. "He can barely take care of himself," he said flatly. "He's a lost soul. He can't escape the past or face the future without Maureen. He isn't ready for a relationship with anyone else, even if he thinks he is" She didn't rise to the bait. "I can count on Colby. He'll help me if I need it." He looked frust..
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What happened to you?" she asked. "Bullets hurt," he said. "It missed the artificial arm by two inches, damn the marksman. I hate people who can't shoot straight." "How many this time?" she asked with a smile. "Just one," he said. "In the shoulder. It's much better now." He shook his head. "I'm getting too old for this. I've got so many broken bones that I can't move fast enough anymore." She smiled wider. "Someday you'll find a woman who's..
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Yes?" he said impatiently. There was a pause. "You wouldn't believe how many people I had to bribe to get this new number of yours. But I didn't think past getting you to answer the phone," Colby said reluctantly. "I don't know how to tell you this." "You and Cecily are getting married," Tate drawled sarcastically, hating the very idea of it and trying not to let it show. "I can't say it's any big surprise. Was there anything else?" There w..
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Leave it to you to find a legal way to do something illegal
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The milk is long since out of date, the bread all has mold and I think you could start a bacterial plague with what's in the crisper here..." "Order a pizza," he suggested. "There's a place down on the corner that still owes me ten pizzas, paid for in advance." "You can't eat pizza for breakfast!" "Why can't I? I've been doing it for a week." "You can cook," she said accusingly. "When I'm sober," he agreed. She glowered at him and went bac..
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That night, while you were asleep, I unbuttoned your pajama jacket and looked at what he'd done to you. Afterward, I drove back to his house and very nearly killed him. If he hadn't started crying and begging me to stop, I..." He let out the angry breath. "That was when I realized how I felt about you," he added, his eyes meeting hers. "A man wants to protect what he considers his own. It started then, that night." She was surprised by what..
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Tate was probably on his way back to the nation's capitol right now, she thought miserably. He would have protected her, and her child, but she'd sent him off in a fury. Great going, Cecily, she told herself. What a headline they'll have now! Former Teenage Love Slave Killed By Vengeful Gambling Syndicate. That would give people something to read with their morning coffee!
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Oh, do you think I broke his wrist?" Cecily asked, puzzled, as she wrapped her arms around her chest and stared at the writhing form on the floor. "You might have," Tate returned in a voice like steel. "But I called the ambulance because I broke several of his ribs." He didn't sound sorry, either."
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Eleanor..." He hesitated, and she felt his other hand come up to tilt her face up to his. "I need you...just for a few minutes..." She read the hunger in his voice, the ache for what he"d lost, the grief... "Take what you need, Curry," she said quietly, her body yielding to his in an unspoken invitation. "I won"t hurt you..." he whispered unsteadily as he bent to her upturned mouth, feeling it open deliciously as his lips touched it so that..
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He seemed to be an eternal on-sale item in the matrimonial market that everybody bypassed for the fancier merchandise.
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It seemed such a short time ago that Erin had come running toward him, laughing, her black hair like silk around an elfin face. And he'd melted inside just at the sight of her, gone breathless like a boy with his first real date. It still felt like that, despite her scars,
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We come from seed," he told his son, smiling. "We grow up, blossom, and produce fruit. Then the fruit dries and goes into the ground to make the next crop. The old plant doesn't die so much as it gives itself to the soil to nurture the new plant. Since energy is neither created nor destroyed, only altered, dying is the other face on the coin of life. Nothing to be afraid of, really. After all, my boy, we all pass from this plane into anothe..
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Is that how the song goes? It's the chorus.
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Please go away," she whispered. "Leave me in peace." He scowled. "Cecily..." "Please, Tate," she pleaded gently. "Just go home and forget that you know where I am. I've broken all my ties in Washington, I've put it all behind me. It's just me and the baby now." "You and the baby and your mythical dead husband," he shot back. "What do I have to do to get through to you?"
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I know I said this before, but it bears repeating. You know Tate won't like you staying with me." "I don't care," she said bitterly. "I don't tell him where to sleep. It's none of his business what I do anymore." He made a rough sound. "Would you like to guess what he's going to assume if you stay the night in my apartment?" She drew in a long breath. "Okay. I don't want to cause problems between you, not after all the years you've been fri..
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I'm happy here, Tate. I'll let you know when the baby comes," she added quietly. "Certainly, you'll have access to him any time you like." Doors were closing. Walls were going up around her. He clenched his teeth together in impotent fury. "I want you," he said forcefully, which was not at all what he wanted to say. "I don't want you," she replied, lying through her teeth. She wasn't about to become an obligation again. She even smiled. "Th..
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The ambulance arrived when the police cars did. They were accompanied by a man in a black suit who had the look of a federal agent. It didn't surprise Cecily that he went right up to Tate and drew him to one side. While Cecily was being checked over by a paramedic, Gabrini, who'd already been loaded onto a gurney, was being watched by two police officers. Tate came back to Cecily while the federal agent paused by the police officers. "You c..
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I want to stay here," she said quietly. He drew in a short breath, still full of adrenaline from the violence and still fuming because she was rejecting him. He looked into her eyes. "My parents want you to come home so that they can be near their first grandchild." Her eyebrows lifted. "That's a new angle," she said. "Pulling out all the stops, are you?" He glared at her. "Don't think I can't live without you, even if you are carrying my s..
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Colby Lane and Pierce Hutton had the manager of Tate's apartment building open his door for them. They knew that Tate had come back from Tennessee, and that he'd saved Cecily from Gabrini, but nobody had seen him for almost a week. His answering machine was left on permanently. He didn't answer knocks at the door. It was such odd behavior that his colleague and his boss became actually concerned. They were more concerned when they saw him ..
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Seen Tate lately?" Colby asked carelessly. She stiffened. "No." He looked down at her with a wry grin. "It was a boring banquet, anyway. You made all the news shows that night, and I hear one of the bigger late-night television hosts did a monologue about it!" "Go ahead," she invited with a gesture. "Rub it in." "I can't help myself," he said with an involuntary chuckle. "I believe it's the first time in American political history that an e..
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He made her think of ruins, of mysterious places in shadow and darkness, of storms and torrents of rain.
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