funeral and offer deep and sincere condolences to his wife.
Heâd stay in place after the theft was discovered, monitoring progress on the investigation inside the museum. In six months he would resign quietly, pleading health problems, and then vanish.
He glanced at his watch.
Showtime .
He took a deep breath, schooling his features to a frown. When he triggered the walkie-talkie alert, the alarm in his voice was deeply convincing.
âCommand post one. Guard down. I repeatâ guard down! Backup needed immediately.â
He was kneeling over Jonellâs lifeless body, looking pale and agitated, when the first security patrol car screamed up the museumâs back service drive.
CHAPTER THREE
D AKOTA WATCHED A SMALL shape appear out of the windblown snow. Relief kicked in when he saw Nell wave one hand in a brief thumbs-up gesture.
She looked like hell, he thought. Her hair was flecked with frozen snow. She had mud on her gloves and a welt across one cheek.
âAmandaâs stable,â Dakota said, catching the anxious glance Nell sent to the first tent. âThe group leader needs hospital care, but heâs finally calm, which wonât create such an oxygen debt. Go inside. You need to rest.â
Nell looked exhausted as she crawled into the second tent, snow swirling up behind her. She pulled off her climbing gloves and flexed her hands. Her teeth began to chatter. âThereâs more snow on its way. I can feel the moisture. In icy conditionsââ
Without a word Dakota unzipped his parka and pulled it around her shoulders.
She stiffened and tried to push away his hands. âWhat are you doing? I canât take this. What about you ?â
âIâll be fine. Iâve got excellent cold tolerance. You need this more than I do right now.â
She continued to protest, but Dakota cut her off.
âHow did it go?â He held out a canteen with water, taken from his pack.
Nell took a drink, then handed back the canteen. âTheyâll be fine. A doctor was waiting at the inn.â Her voice tightened. âThe last trips down were pretty bad. The windââ She closed her eyes, hunching over to cough sharply.
âLet it go, Nell.â Dakota leaned over and zipped his parka around her trembling body. âYouâve done all you can. Once the weather clears, a chopper will be dispatched for Amanda and the group leader.â
Nell nodded slowly, but her body remained tense. She didnât seem to notice when Dakota pulled a thermal blanket around her and tucked it into the rope wrapped around her waist.
âHow do you let it go?â She shivered, ran a hand across her cheek and stared at a line of dried blood covering her palm. âThe last boy, Jess, panicked and he was going to let go of the rope. If he had, I would have lost him. No doubt about it. And it was so close .â
Dakota heard the horror that she had tried to hide beneath anger. âNell, you did everything right. Let it go.â
âI canât . Not until everyone is safe.â
He was acutely aware of her scent and the sounds of her breathing as he pulled her slowly toward his chest. He told himself the gesture was entirely impersonal, meant to drive off her panic and uncertainty.
Sheâd just completed one of the riskiest rescues ever undertaken, but even strong people had limits, and Nell MacInnes was at hers now. Dakota didnât wait for more arguments, didnât try to reason or explain. He pulled her against his chest, sliding her thighs around his waist. His hands moved under her jacket, massaging her back and shoulders for warmth and circulation.
He was keenly aware of her hair, pressed against his cheek. In different circumstances he might have turned his head to taste the smooth line of her throat and test the full curve of her mouth with his lips.
Very bad idea . Here and now there was no place for emotion or desire. She was his mission.
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Janwillem van de Wetering