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  His face grew blank as he stared at the dark highway. “I’ve seen a lot,” he agreed. “And I’ve learned most people are hiding something. It’s like the whole world wears a mask and you have to guess who’s really behind the façade.” He cast a sideways glance in her direction. “Except you, Kate. You’re as honest and real as they come.”

  She averted her gaze out the window as she struggled with pangs of conscience. Sam would never trust her again if he knew she’d lied.

  “Wasn’t that the exit for Interstate 80?” Kate frowned as they whizzed past a bright green highway sign.

  “I’m changing our route. Those guys will be on our tails as soon as they’re free. Buckman will expect us to travel across Nebraska, Missouri and Tennessee, and then south to Atlanta. We’re going to do something different.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We’ll drive to Santa Fe and take I-40 across Oklahoma and Arkansas.”

  “But won’t they become suspicious and look at other routes?”

  She watched the lines of determination settle across his face. “Not if they think we changed vehicles rather than direction.”

  It sounded plausible. Kate heard the edginess in Sam’s voice and realized he wasn’t completely convinced his plan would work. Glancing at the digital clock on the dash, she noted the time. Three in the morning. They had slept less than four hours. No wonder she was exhausted.

  As if reading her thoughts, Sam reached over and covered her hand. “Why don’t you try to sleep? I’m good for a while. We’ll switch at daybreak.”

  Kate nodded, adjusting her seat to a reclining position. She leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes, listening to the hum of the tires. At least she was safe for now. Safe with Sam.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kate unbuckled her seatbelt, relieved Sam decided to stop early for the night. Twelve hours of driving had taken its toll on her aching muscles and Santa Fe, New Mexico was a beautiful place to unwind.

  She stood beside the SUV surveying the inviting Southwest design of the motel while Sam entered the office. His tall figure draped over the counter as an older woman handed him a registration card. By the glow on her face, Kate figured he was the best looking thing to walk through her door all week.

  Kate had always wanted to visit Santa Fe although she imagined it would be under more relaxed circumstances. Stretching her arms over her head, the warmth from the late afternoon sun penetrated her shirt. It had been hours since they stopped for a sandwich. Perhaps Sam would agree to dine in a restaurant tonight. They’d been free from Conrad’s tails all day.

  Sam emerged from the office with long purposeful strides. The sun glinted golden highlights in his hair as he sent her a mischievous smile. “We’re set for the night. I requested a room in back so our car is less visible to the street. I’m not anticipating any visitors but it’s best to take precautionary measures.”

  She nodded, hopping into the passenger’s seat as he guided the SUV through the parking lot. Within minutes, they parked in front of an arched iron gate that opened to a small courtyard. Kate smiled her approval as she surveyed the serene setting. Thick vines covered the iron fence and trailed over stucco walls. Chrysanthemums in crisp autumn colors brightened a terra cotta container nestled between two patio chairs. A wind chime tinkled merrily in the light breeze, inviting her up the stone walk.

  “It’s like a private Mexican villa.”

  Sam seemed pleased by her reaction. “Wait until you see the room,” he drawled, pushing at the turquoise painted door to their casita.

  The queen sized bed sat at an angle across one corner of the room, framed by a large carved headboard. A Native American design was carved into the thick slab of wood with a sunburst in the center of the panel. The theme was repeated in large rugs adorning the stone floor, Anasazi pottery on the dresser, and a Kiva style fireplace opposite the bed.

  “This must have cost a fortune,” Kate exclaimed breathlessly. “It can’t be a standard room.”

  Sam closed the door behind him. “It’s not. I requested a room with privacy. The desk clerk noticed you beside the car and assumed we were newlyweds. I didn’t have the heart to correct her.”

  “You lead her to believe we were married?”

  “She led herself,” he corrected. “I just followed along. This is the Honeymoon Suite. I believe we have a private whirlpool tub in the adjoining bathroom. She’s sending over a complimentary split of champagne so we can celebrate properly.”

  Kate didn’t know whether to laugh or scold him for his deception. “You’re incorrigible!”

  He returned a smug grin, seemingly quite pleased with himself. “Our casita is hidden from the main road. I think we’ve successfully eluded Buckman’s thugs, but if not, I doubt they’ll be looking for us in the honeymoon suite.”

  His theory was sound, but the reality of sharing a room designed as a backdrop for romantic intentions was a bit disturbing. Sam Holden was a cool drink of water under any circumstances, but in a place like this, he was going to be more like an aphrodisiac.

  Sam picked up the handset from the phone, unaware of her trepidation. “I should call Greg Morris for an update. Why don’t you take a stroll in the courtyard? It’ll be good to stretch your legs a bit.”

  Kate saw through his thinly veiled banter. He didn’t want her in the room when he made the call. Why was he suddenly acting so secretive?

  She decided not to press the issue and wandered outside. The afternoon sun bathed the grounds in a golden light as she meandered through the garden. It was peaceful. A nice diversion from the recent chaos.

  Seating herself on one of the Mission style lounge chairs, Kate breathed deeply of the crisp air. Weathered turquoise paint adorned the wood, adding to the quaint aura of the patio. Desert hues in terra cotta, sage green and light gold were carried out in the Southwestern design fabric covering the cushions and reflected by the gentle ripples of a stone fountain.

  A perfect honeymoon retreat, she noted sardonically. Ironic that she should be sharing it with a man who wanted nothing to do with her.

  Sam watched Kate from the small window as he held the handset to his ear. “Pick up, damn it.”

  He didn’t want her to know how dangerous their situation had become. Kate had been through enough, although she had shown amazing resilience. He grinned, recalling her bold move when the helicopter was bearing down on him. Who would have thought that a little thing like her could handle a rifle so well?

  He’d been relieved, even thankful, when she attacked their intruder last night. It wasn’t often someone got the upper hand on him. He’d been out of the force too long. His defensive skills were rusty. Thank God she had been there. He swallowed thickly as his gaze followed the soft line of her swan like throat to where her breasts beckoned from the open neck of her blouse.

  “Hello? Anyone there?”

  Sam jerked to attention as the voice echoed in his ear. “Sorry, Greg. Have you had any success arranging a meeting with the feds?”

  “I spoke with my superior yesterday. We’re working on it, buddy. I don’t know if the meeting will take place in Denver or Atlanta. Are you still in Cheyenne?”

  “That’s a negative. We had to change locations. I’m in Santa Fe. Buckman’s thugs broke into our room last night. They were after Kate and her father’s papers.”

  “Damn, this is getting dangerous.”

  “I agree.” Sam’s voice grew flinty. “I left Buckman’s men tied up in the motel room but I doubt if they’ve given up. We took a different route to throw them off our scent.”

  “Good move. That should buy some time. Why don’t you stay in Santa Fe for another day? I’ll push for a Denver rendezvous with the feds.”

  “I hate wasting a day. Each hour that passes is another opportunity for them to get to Kate. Can’t you work any faster?”

  “I’m doing my best, Holden. There’s an international team working this case since it affects global securit
y. It’ll take a few hours to assemble the necessary agents.”

  “I understand. I’m just worried about Kate’s safety.”

  There was a long pause on the other end. “You’re not falling for this chick, are you?”

  Sam jerked like he had been slapped. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s risking her life to stop a terrorist. I think the least I can do is play bodyguard until this is over.”

  “If you say so.” Greg’s tone indicated he was unconvinced.

  Sam replaced the handset before staring out the window. Why would Greg Morris think he cared for Kate? Sure, he cared. She was bright, witty, and straight forward, all qualities he admired. And definitely a looker. But to think his feelings went any deeper was ridiculous. He’d put up walls three years ago that no one had penetrated yet.

  “Are you finished?”

  Sam glanced up as Kate stuck her head through the door. “Sorry, I was thinking.”

  “Obviously,” she mocked. “I hope all that thinking worked up a hearty appetite. I’m starving.”

  He grinned, crossing the distance between them with an easy stride. “You’re always starving,” he countered softly, his eyes scanning the soft planes of her face. “I suppose I should take you out for a meal.”

  “Really?” Her enthusiasm did not escape his receptive gaze.

  “Yes, really. What are you in the mood for?”

  “Mexican.”

  He chuckled as he led her outside. “Very well, Mexican, it is. Appropriate fare for our location.”

  “It’s so pretty here,” Kate sighed as he opened the car door. “I wish we could stay longer.”

  Sam didn’t reply until he slid behind the wheel. “Morris suggested we meet with the CIA. He’s trying to arrange something in Denver. We can stay another day until the plans are finalized.”

  “The CIA? I thought we were taking Dad’s information to Sharon Grant?”

  Sam fastened his seatbelt before turning to face her. He didn’t want Kate to know Sharon Grant might be involved with Conrad Buckman. “This is an issue of national security. I thought we should consult with the feds before contacting Miss Grant. I’m sure they won’t mind her being present at the interview.”

  “You shouldn’t have made the decision without consulting me.”

  His mouth twitched as Kate folded her arms tightly in front of her. Her chin jutted out with disapproval. “Are you pouting?”

  “No, but I think I should have been told that we were meeting with the CIA,” she snapped. “It’s my father’s work, after all.”

  “You’re right. I apologize for not talking it over with you.”

  Kate knew by the tone of his voice he was only placating her. A smile began to play about her lips. She didn’t care. They had tonight and tomorrow to enjoy Santa Fe, to act like a real couple, and she wasn’t going to let anything to ruin it.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sam looked peaceful. His chiseled features were relaxed, lending an almost boyish look to the face nestled comfortably against a feather pillow. It was a scene she could wake to every morning.

  When they arrived at the motel, she viewed the queen bed with trepidation. Her attraction to Sam had taken on a life of its own, peaking to almost painful intensity each time he came near. How on earth was she supposed to share a bed with the man and ignore how he made her feel?

  Sam was much better at controlling himself, she conceded reluctantly, thinking back to the previous night when he had crawled beneath the cotton sheets wearing only boxer briefs. Boxer briefs, she recalled with a quickening pulse, that revealed every inch of his well endowed body.

  But the lack of sleep over the past few days and the huge meal she’d consumed at the restaurant left her lethargic. When at last they crawled between the crisp linen sheets, thoughts of a romantic interlude quickly faded into blissful unconsciousness.

  This morning, however, was another matter. As the hazy dawn light crept across Sam’s features, moving stealthily from the high cheekbones to the slightly parted mouth, Kate felt her pulse quicken. His eyes suddenly opened, locking onto her flushed features.

  Sam crushed a yawn behind the palm of one hand before speaking. “Good morning.”

  “It is a good morning.”

  “Been awake long?”

  “Only a few minutes. It looks like a glorious day.”

  He lifted himself on one elbow, squinting at the closed shutters. “How can you tell?”

  Her giggle amused him. “The sun is peeking through the slats. I don’t think we should waste it.”

  He folded one arm behind his head and gazed at her through half closed lids. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Sightseeing. Santa Fe is rich in history and culture. We may never be here again so we should take advantage of this opportunity. After all,” she grinned crookedly, “we are honeymooners.”

  Sam rolled onto his side, a bemused expression lightening his features. “Ah, yes. . . honeymooners. I’m afraid I may have disappointed my bride last night,” he teased wickedly.

  “That’s okay. I expect you to make up for it today.”

  He quickly hoisted himself to one elbow. “And how might I do that?” he asked suggestively.

  The sexy banter flowed so easily between them it was hard not to take it seriously but she had learned by now that Sam would never let it go beyond talk. At least not with her.

  “By taking me to the shops.” She ignored the mock groan as he fell dramatically against the pillows. “There are lots of things to see. Art galleries, missions, museums. Your assignment, Mr. Holden, is to accompany me to all of them, and behave like a happy tourist.”

  “You expect a lot, lady.”

  “No more than you’re capable of. Now rise and shine. We’re burnin’ daylight.”

  Kate resisted the urge to kiss him. He had awakened in a good mood and she didn’t want chase it away with unwanted intimacy. Although the way Sam was looking at her made her wonder if he’d refuse the advance.

  Sam crawled from the bed, stifling another yawn behind his hand before raising his arms in a long stretch. Her eyes trailed upward, past the sculpted calves and thighs to his taut hips and washboard abs. She watched the muscles flex and tighten beneath the thin fabric of his briefs.

  “Are you going to stay in bed all day?”

  Kate jumped, startled to find him staring at her. A curious glint danced in his eyes as she blushed guiltily. “I thought you’d want to use the restroom before I shower,” she lied.

  “I see.” He looked like he didn’t believe her. “Ladies first. I can wait until you’re dressed.”

  Kate nodded and hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a sigh. He had the most unnerving effect on her, and it didn’t help when he flaunted his perfectly toned body. And men talk about women being teases.

  Kate focused her attention on choosing something to wear. It was a sparse selection, even with the clothes Melanie had given her. Expect the unexpected, her father had always said. This was one time when she wished she had heeded his words.

  Kate finally chose a pair of dark jeans and bulky magenta sweater. She brushed her hair vigorously before pulling it into a ponytail, leaving a few loose tendrils to frame her face. Sam was already dressed when she opened the door. He leaned against the open door to the courtyard, sun glinting off his golden head. When he turned around, his blue eyes roved over her with an appreciative light.

  “Shall we have a bite to eat before we begin our sightseeing tour?”

  “Sounds wonderful! I...”

  “I know. You’re ‘starving’.” He chuckled when her cheeks reddened. “They have a complimentary continental breakfast in the restaurant.”

  A few minutes later they strolled into the lobby, surprised by the wide selection of breakfast foods spread out across a long table. A graying middle aged woman rushed forward as they approached the buffet. Kate recognized her as the same clerk Sam had charmed while registering.

  “Mr. and Mr
s. Holden!” she smiled warmly. “How did you sleep last night?” Seeing Sam’s surprised expression, she winked knowingly. “Or should I say ‘did you sleep last night’?” Her robust laughter filled the small room, eliciting a tight smile from her guest. “I know how you honeymooners are.” She nudged Sam in the side with her elbow.

  Kate dropped her gaze to the array of pastries, hiding her amused grin as she sensed Sam’s discomfort. Serves him right, she gloated silently.

  To her surprise, he pulled Kate into the curve of his arm. “I don’t believe you’ve met my wife. Honey, this is Mrs. Canady. She owns the motel.”

  “It’s a pleasure,” Kate smiled meekly, accepting the older woman’s hand. “You have a lovely place.”

  The woman’s face broke into a wide grin, creasing the tanned skin with a warm friendliness that was hard to resist. Kate grudgingly returned the smile as the innkeeper beamed happily.

  “I’m glad you like it. You look like a wonderful couple, and so perfect for each other. I can’t help but get excited when I see two people glowing from the blush of new love.”

  She heard Sam clear his throat noisily. He seemed ill at ease with the conversation, considering he was the one who started the rumor mill. Kate wrapped her arm around his waist, dramatizing her most adoring expression.

  “Darling, we’re going to have to be more subtle. Even Mrs. Canady can see how much we treasure each other.”

  The innkeeper squeezed Kate’s hand. “You have that ‘new bride’ shine, honey. It’s not hard to miss.” She turned back to Sam. “I just feel awful that I promised you champagne and it was not delivered. It was too late to include it with my regular order, but I guarantee you’ll be sipping bubbly this afternoon.”

  “That’s not necessary, Mrs. Canady. You’ve been more than kind already,” he mumbled.

  “Nonsense. I insist.”

  “Very well. Thanks.”

  Kate’s shoulders shook with unleashed laughter as Mrs. Canady moved on to another table. Sam shot her a warning glance before taking a bite of his breakfast muffin.