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probably because he was used to being in the limelight with his father, Senator Dirk Carson. Wayne worked hard, though. That’s what mattered to Autumn.
    Wayne relayed Dr. Davidson’s instructions. “He wants to leave the pieces out for a while and let the experts have a closer look.”
    “Does he think it’ll appease their impatience?”
    He grinned. “I think he hopes it will.”
    “Fat chance. The reporters aren’t the only ones who want to see the proof. Those scientists are practically chomping at the bit.”
    “How come he’s so worried about security, anyway?” Wayne asked. “Seems odd to be so paranoid when we’re this far away from other people. Who’d dare take anything?”
    The same question had puzzled Autumn. She’d even asked the professor, who’d said only that his find was too monumental to take risks. “You don’t know how much jealousy there is among my colleagues. They’d give anything to make a discovery such as this.” He’d waved his hands and shouted.
    Autumn shrugged. “The professor has had lots of experience with important digs. He evidently has his reasons. Besides, ours in not to question why…”
    “…ours is but to do or die,” Wayne finished.
    Autumn smiled. “You’ve been working hard all morning. I’ll take over now if you want.”
    “No.” Wayne shook his head. “I’m okay. I like meeting all these honchos.”
    “Ahhh, and here I was beginning to think it was pure dedication.”
    A crooked smile quirked at the corner of his mouth. “Right. And don’t tell me you mind the publicity. You like your name associated with the famous professor as much as I do.”
    Autumn shook her head. “Not everybody thinks like you, Wayne.”
    Her association with Dr. Davidson and the discovery would certainly benefit her career as a historian, but Autumn hadn’t given the future much thought. There were too many unknowns to deal with in the present to waste time worrying about tomorrow.
    Wayne, on the other hand, was obviously bent on milking the situation for every bit of publicity he could get. Autumn didn’t blame him. The field of archaeology was extremely limited. Many studied the subject, but there were few career opportunities that existed in the field. It often came down to what contacts you had.
    He smiled, a combination of cockiness and sincerity that Autumn got a kick out of. “I know what you’re going to say.” She lifted her hand to ward off his well-worn line. “Your daddy always tells you it’s not what you know…”
    “…but who you know,” Wayne finished for her.
    “Get on with you.” Autumn gestured him back to the group. “I’ll be around if you change your mind.”
    Wayne disappeared in the crowd. Shaking her head, Autumn headed toward the corral. It wouldn’t hurt to see about the supplies that had been delivered that morning.
    She’d barely cleared the edge of the crowd when Connie Turner called, “Wait up a minute. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
    Autumn halted. “I’ll help all I can.”
    Connie positioned her pen on her tablet and didn’t waste time with chit chat. “All the reporters are going to have the doc’s story. Yours sounds like it might be a bonus.”
    Amused, Autumn smiled. “I doubt there’d be anything your readers would care about.”
    “Are you Navajo?”
    Autumn nodded.
    “Weren’t you adopted?”
    Again she nodded.
    “My understanding is that the O’Neills of Registry Imports are your adoptive parents.”
    “That’s right.” No way was she going to elaborate for the reporter. Growing up in foreign countries and being involved in the import-export business afforded the family the status of the privileged. They’d learned early that one’s private life must be kept private.
    “Do they know you’re of Indian descent?” Connie asked.
    It wasn’t what she asked but the way she’d said it that annoyed Autumn. She tilted her head and forced a smile.
    “Of course they’re aware of who I