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she work alone? Hed ask the desk in the morning, just for the info. Just in case. Hmm. He strolled around the foot of the king-size bed. Cocos camera bag lay open on the floor. Inside laid one palm-sized camera, one larger, and a Nikon, two telescopic lenses, her battery, and containers for all the odds and ends photographers used. Her little red suitcase lay open right next to it. Shed emptied it of the white cotton dress. He could see it hanging in the open doors of the armoire in front of him. He also saw the white linen suit hanging next to it. His gaze drifted back to the camera bag. Something about it niggled at him. What? Well, hello? He bent over to peer more closely at one item that knocked the air from him. He fingered the tissue-thin fabric a major chemical company had perfected only a few years ago. A suit of this fit its host like white on rice. Whats more, the wearer could be fried, frozen, shot and stabbedand survive. Coco, babe, what the hell are you doing with a suit of para-aramid? And how did you get something only deep cover agents ever acquire? Your job requires you to break and enter? I dont see anything here, Grant. From the sound of her voice, he could tell she was headed his way. He stepped away from her bag and over to the window. He fisted his hands to stop the quake that ran through him. He spun to look at her through the new perspective the suit gave him. What are you not telling me? I dont think anything has been moved in here. But what do you see? She strolled around the room as if she were window-shopping at Macys. She stopped when she spied her camera bag open, and with only a moments freeze to note the sight of the black cat suit, she announced, No. Nothing amiss in here. Check the bathroom. 32 Carried Away She walked away. He fisted his hands. How many secrets did she have? She came back in and approached him. All clear. He caught her upper arms. Im going to say this. And I dont want any arguments. Okay. She sounded tentative. That connecting door stays open tonight. No locks, no privacy. Being harsh was definitely not the way he meant to end the night. A man could always hope to get lucky, right? But the suit got to him. Sleep tight, he said, trying for some of the congeniality theyd built over dinner. He turned on his heel and left her standing alone by the window. He didnt look back. If he did, hed sweep her up and carry her to his bed. There, within arms reach, he could ensure safety for her. But he couldnt save her from herself, could he? He undressed and out of frustration, threw himself into a freezing cold shower. It didnt calm his mood or his erection. So, naked, he went into his sitting room, paced, stood at the window for god-knew-how-long and watched the moon travel the sky. Running his hands over his head, he decided to move the chaise longue to angle toward the window, the view of the black velvet night and what he could see of her suite. Then he parked himself in the thing, hoping hed wear himself out. But he began to hear sounds from her room. She shuffled things. Left her light on for a while. Reading, maybe. She got a drink out of the mini-bar and he could hear her fiddle with the bottle and the glass. Then she went into her bedroom. After a half-hour or so, he heard her click on a lamp and he could see rays dapple the carpet. Once more, she got up, this time to get a drink of water in the bathroom. She padded back to bed. Yeah, babe. Hard to sleep, isnt it, when there is so much more to say? 33 Cerise DeLand He sat, reclined in the chair, one hand over his mouth, eyes glued to her room near the window. He waited. Thats one thing he was so good at. She came into sight as she drifted toward the window. Dressed in a floor-length gown of some clingy stuff, she leaned on the credenza in front of the window. Her nipples were poking the fabric, her tortured face lit by moonlight, her eyes closed. Forgetting what we had? Remembering? Steady, Warwick. It may be only her secrets that