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"No, I always have difficulty falling asleep anywhere other than my own bed." A hint of sarcastic laughter
followed. "That's probably why I never spend the night with anyone."
"Leave the door open, and try again," Cam suggested. "Sometimes the sound of another's breathing is all
we need to hear."
Blair was stunned. She hadnt meant to say anything, and the gentle response caught her off-guard. She
couldn't remember the last time she had allowed anyone this close. It frightened her, and she resorted
automatically to her long practiced defenses. "I think it might be better if you joined me in the bedroom. I
can guarantee you at least one of us would sleep eventually."
Cam shifted to a sitting position, spreading her arms out along the back of the sofa. She looked towards
Blair's face in the shadows. "I'm not available."
The words came quietly, and in a tone that might have suggested regret. Nevertheless, the rebuke stung.
Blair knew that in her heart her offer had been serious.
"You certainly seemed available last night," Blair said sarcastically.
"That was just biology," Cam said gently.
"Biology!" Blair snorted. "Is that what we're calling it now? You were hot, and you were ready. Deny it
if it makes you feel any better, but I know what I felt."
"I'm not denying anything. What I am saying is that nothing can happen between us."
Blair eased herself out of the chair and approached the sofa. She leaned down, placing an arm on either
side of Cam's body. Their faces were only inches apart. "Relax, Commander. I'm not asking for a lifetime
commitment. Why pretend you don't want me to touch you?"
Cam remained motionless. The air around her was charged with sexuality. Heat radiated from Blair's
body, and the faint scent of excitement caused her own blood to surge. She was quite sure that Blair
knew she was aroused. She couldn't alter the pounding of her heart or the quickening of her breath.
"Ms. Powell, I do not want you to touch me."
"I can assure you," Blair whispered as she leaned yet closer, "I am just as accomplished as any
professional you might procure to take care of your needs."
"All I need from you is your cooperation for a few days," Cam said in an even voice. She was surprised
at the rapidity and accuracy of Blair's information gathering. She was far from embarrassed however.
There was very little difference between the casual sex that Blair enjoyed and what she herself sought in
anonymity and privacy.
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Blair heard the finality in her voice. She had been rejected before, but never by anyone she wanted quite
this much. What angered her the most was that she sensed Cam's desire. Cameron Roberts represented
everything she could not have in her own life - independence, self-determination, and freedom. Knowing
this fueled her urge to strip the self-contained agent of her will. For just those fleeting moments at the
pinnacle of release, she wanted to hold Cam's self-restraint in her hands. Slowly she straightened.
"If you keep me cooped up in this place for very long, I won't be responsible for my actions."
Cam recognized the concession in her voice. She laughed softly. "I promise to make this as short and
painless as possible. I'm sure you can be trusted, no matter how long it takes."
Don't be so sure,Blair thought to herself.If I have to be this close to you 24 hours a day, I'm not sure I
can trust myself.
chapter eleven
Blair winced as Paula Stark led yet another 10 in a suit where the aces hadn't yet been played. If she had
to watch her "partner" make one more stupid play, she might have to take Mac's gun and shoot her. She
had not left the apartment in three days. They had just finished a dinner of Chinese takeout, and Cameron
had left Blair with Stark, Mac, and Taylor while she went to Blair's apartment building for a briefing with
the other agents. Blair was keenly aware of her absence. The air seemed electric when Cam was around.
She looked toward the door with relief when she heard the knock.
"How is your pinochle, Agent Roberts?" she asked as Cameron crossed the room to join them.
Cam raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Are you playing for money?"
Blair laughed. "If we were I'm afraid I'd be in big trouble."
"In that case, I'll play. Partners?"
Paula Stark pushed back from the table. "Please, take my place. I never was any good at cards, and I'm
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