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eternity, Kat pulled into
basecamp and parked her Xterra next to the Com Van before she let
out a sigh of relief. But then she sucked in another breath at the
sight of the man who had just walked into the beams of her
headlights.
    How did he make ordinary look so damn
extraordinary? That black material strained to cover his tall,
broad body. His wide shoulders displayed perfectly in that snug
turtleneck. His wavy brown hair, worn longer than she remembered,
still drove her to the brink of sanity. He thrust his fingers
through it, a nervous habit of his that she absolutely adored.
Something about this chance meeting clearly had him upset.
    She couldn't agree more.
    Still, her angst over seeing him again took
second to the concern swirling in his dark eyes. She fought to calm
her racing heart and keep her expression slack, unreadable. In an
instant, he snapped back to the hard, dark brooding man that was
all business and never any pleasure.
    No, that was a lie. He definitely knew how to
deliver pleasure. Spencer defined the very word, but only on his
schedule, never hers. And always planned. He never did anything at
the spur of the moment. The man didn't have a spontaneous bone in
his body.
    Something unsettling moved in his eyes,
something she rarely saw in the hard-bodied male. Was that emotion
shadowing his gaze? Not fair. She'd worked up her defenses the
entire drive out here, but if he used something as raw as emotion
against her, she'd never survive.
    Kat stepped out of her vehicle, leaving her
headlights on so she wouldn't miss a single change in his
expression. The smell of snow hung in the air like a dense fog. It
was cold, too cold for a six-year-old boy to be out in the
elements. Heavy cloud cover kept the temperature hovering right
below freezing. Ice crystals formed on the vehicles lining the
parking lot. The fog floating around base camp made for an eerie
scene and would, no doubt, hinder them using any of their air
support come daylight.
    Inhaling deeply, she let it out, nice and
slow. She'd always loved the smell of the forest, even at three in
the morning. The crisp air awakened her senses like a cold drink on
a hot summer's day. The ice glittered as it floated in the air,
catching the light off the halogens illuminating her Com Van.
    “Thank you for coming,” he said as she
stopped a few feet from him. When apparently that didn't satisfy
him, he closed the gap to a mere six inches and she swallowed
tightly as she fought to squelch the fury now twisting inside her.
“We really need K-SAR's help.”
    Of course he'd make this about TREX and
K-SAR, and not about them as man and woman. He was so good at that,
building her up and then crushing her like a grape at a wine
festival. And she fell for it. Every time. A wave of hearty regret
brushed over her senses and burned into her, forcing a sense of
calm only surface deep.
    “Well, I'm here now.”
    Her heart fluttered in nervous anticipation
of another search with the mysterious TREX agency. The last search
they'd called her in on didn't turn out so well, both for her and
for her subject. She'd been so hell bent on trying to read Spencer
that she'd failed to find the subject in time. He died of exposure
and she'd blamed herself. She still blamed herself.
    With a deep breath to clear her thoughts of
that search and focus on this one, she turned toward the Com Van.
When Spencer didn't follow her, she turned to see him in the same
spot, his arms crossed, his fingers drumming on his bicep.
    “Are you coming or do you have to return to
your secret men-in-black convention hiding somewhere in the
shadows?”
    “Let's not do this.”
    “Do what?” She feigned innocence even though
she knew her eyes had to be icy blue. They always were when she got
pissed, and she was there now.
    “You knew coming out here that TREX was
involved. It's never bothered you before.”
    “It's always bothered me. I don't like
secrets, Spence.”
    He kept his gaze on her, that look on