Stolen Heat Part 7

"Whose property is this?"

She froze. It was the one question she'd hoped he wouldn't ask. She could tone down the violence of what had happened in that tomb. She could keep her emotions out of it when she told him the story. She could even fudge on the whys of what she'd done. What she couldn't do was lie to him. Not about this. Because it had been an issue between them even before those last few days.

"Whose property, Kat?"

"Marty's."

"Oh, man. This is just f.u.c.king fantastic."

He stalked toward her, jerked the towel from her hands and shoved the bathroom door open. "Why am I surprised?" he muttered. "Considering everything else, I shouldn't be."

"Oh, for G.o.d's sake, Pete, it's not what you-"

"You know what?" He stepped into the small bathroom. "I don't even want to know. Who the h.e.l.l you screw isn't my problem anymore. When the storm breaks, I'm gone."

Her back went up. She wanted him gone, right? Then why was her chest suddenly stiff?

"That pickup in the back of the garage work?" he asked.

Startled, her mind flashed to the beat-up blue Ford F-250 she'd parked the limo next to. "Yes, I think so."

"Good. Then I'll take that and be out of your hair."

"They'll come looking for you."

"Oh yeah?" When he glanced down at her, his eyes were hard and cold and the same steely gray she'd seen tonight in the alley when he'd had Busir pinned to the side of that building. This was the man she didn't know, a side he'd kept carefully hidden from her. She'd never been afraid of him, but right now, she was. He looked like he could commit murder and enjoy it. "I can't wait."

"Pete-"

She never got to finish her statement. The door closed in her face. He didn't slam it, didn't even snap it shut like she'd expected. He simply clicked it closed and forced her out.

Then turned the lock so she couldn't get near him again.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

Present day Barcelona, Spain

His phone had a habit of ringing just as he was about to crash for the day.

Martin Slade groaned at the shrill notes and flopped onto his back. If it was important, whoever had the bad sense to bother him would leave a message. A man deserved two hours of shut-eye without interruption.

His phone ran through the high-pitched notes twice more before it stopped. On a deep sigh, he rolled to his side, bunched the pillow over his head and closed his eyes. Two seconds later, the sharp sound woke him again.

"G.o.ddammit." He threw the pillow aside and reaching for his cell on the nightstand. "Somebody better be dead."

"Somebody already is."

The agitation rushed out of him in a wave and was replaced by that familiar thump, thump, thump in his chest.

"Kat."

"Hey, Marty," she said softly. "Sorry to bother you."

Katherine Meyer.

He pushed up in the pillows, rubbed a hand down his face. The beard he hadn't shaved in three days itched, so he scratched his jaw in a crazy attempt to think of anything besides Kat's angelic face and the fact she was the last person he expected to hear from and the only one he ever wanted to talk to. "No, you're not bothering me. I was just trying to catch some Z's, although it's so d.a.m.n light here, I wasn't getting many even before you called."

"Oh? Where are you?"

s.h.i.t. Open mouth, insert foot. He faltered. "Um..." Open mouth, insert foot. He faltered. "Um..."

"It's okay," she said. "I understand."

He knew she did, and it relaxed him. He leaned back against the scuffed headboard in his hotel, tucked his right hand against his opposite side and thanked G.o.d for the sweet distraction she created. Didn't matter the reason she was calling, just that she had.

He tried to think of a way to keep her talking. Her voice had the softest lilt when she said his name. "Sunny here today," he mumbled. "Way too bright in this dingy room."

"I'm sure it's better than snow. I'd trade sunny for just about anything right now." He heard the brief smile in her voice and smiled himself.

"Snowed in, huh? How many inches?" Right now he'd love to be snowed in anywhere with her.

"Close to a foot already. And not letting up much."

"Where are you?" he asked. "There's an echo."

"Oh, ah, I'm in a garage. Sorta."

It wasn't her answer that put him on alert, but the worry he suddenly heard in her voice.

And it dawned on him. It had been six months since he'd heard from her. Six very long months. Just before she'd called the last time, he'd been considering a trip to upstate New York himself to make sure she was all right. Which he knew was the last thing on earth he could do.

"Kat, is everything okay?"

"I..."

Her slight hesitation was all he needed to know she was in trouble. "Something did happen. What's going on?"

"I...I ran into a small problem tonight. In New York City."

His nerves coiled tight as she ran through the events at the auction house, as she relayed the drive through the Pennsylvania countryside in the midst of a major blizzard. He heard, clearly, just why she'd finally come out of hiding and risked her life. And knew, even before she said it, who she'd dragged along with her.

A string of curses whipped through his head, but he bit them back.

None of this should surprise him, but for some asinine reason it did. It wasn't like she was going to beg him for a second chance after he'd been the one to break things off with her so long ago in Egypt. Not when she'd fallen for Kauffman shortly thereafter. And especially not when she was legally dead and her old friend Marty Slade was the rogue CIA operative who'd put her there.

d.a.m.n. He was screwed no matter how he looked at it.

If he went with his instincts right now, she was better than dead. No way he could protect her, and some small part of him felt he owed her for how he'd used her when they'd been together.

But knowing she was with Kauffman right now? Yeah, it set off a strange protective surge in his chest. And reaffirmed the fact his day was heading straight for the s.h.i.tter.

"I can't get to you, Kat. I'm too far away."

"I know. I...I messed up. I just didn't know what to do next."

Okay, think. She'd just changed everything by coming out in the open. Her cover was blown, and there wasn't anything he could do about that now, but he'd help her where he could. He owed her that much at least. Reports he'd seen over the past few days confirmed Minyawi was on the move, which-now he realized-meant news of her appearance had already spread back to Egypt. She'd just changed everything by coming out in the open. Her cover was blown, and there wasn't anything he could do about that now, but he'd help her where he could. He owed her that much at least. Reports he'd seen over the past few days confirmed Minyawi was on the move, which-now he realized-meant news of her appearance had already spread back to Egypt.

Could he protect her and finally wrap up that G.o.dd.a.m.n op? If he did, he was going to take a serious. .h.i.t. The agency would come down hard on him for what he'd done six years ago. And there was a chance she was going to be in some serious trouble herself. But keeping her alive at this point was more important than what came after.

With his mind running a mile a minute, he kicked off the covers, rose and reached for his secure PDA from the dresser across the room. She'd just blown the whole thing wide open. "Okay, here's what I want you to do." He paged through screens until he found what he needed. "I've got a colleague where it's always sunny. Can you get to Philadelphia?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"The truck's in the garage. Tank should be full. If not, there are a couple red gas cans on one of the shelves, at least enough to get you to a service station. I want you to call this number." He read off a name and contact. "When you get close to the city. Not before. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I'll get in touch with David and let him know what's happened. Don't say his name over the line, just tell him you're a friend of mine." He paused, looked out the window toward a bicyclist speeding down the middle of the street and knew his career was headed for the toilet with what he was about to do next. "Kat, you realize you have to come in, right? We'll put you in protective custody. There might be consequences."

"I know."

"It's different now," he said, hearing the quiver in her voice. "You're in the States, we can finally finish this. We can protect you."

"Like you did Shannon?"

His stomach seized. "You know that was-"

"I know," she said quickly. "And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't blame you, Marty. I know there's no guarantee and that you did everything you could for her. I just-" She paused, drew in a shaky breath. "It's not just me."

Marty clenched his jaw, and not for the first time, considered telling her everything he knew about Kauffman. All the really ugly stuff, too, not just the rumors. But he couldn't. Because it wouldn't hurt Kauffman. It'd only cut her.

He hoped like h.e.l.l the POS knew how lucky he was to have her back in his life.

"We'll do what we can, Kat. Just get to Philadelphia. As soon as the weather breaks. Don't wait."

"I will. Thanks, Marty. I owe you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. I..."

Not exactly the response he wanted, but the best he was going to get. "Yeah, well, when this is all done, you can buy me a beer. Or a case. We'll call it even then."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No sweat. You take care, Kat. And..."

"Yes?"

"Be safe."

"I will."

The line went dead. He stood in the middle of his grungy hotel room dressed in nothing but boxers long moments after he closed the connection, cell pressed against his forehead, knot twisting in his stomach.

Be safe, Kat.

He hoped like h.e.l.l she would be. But he had a feeling things were about to get a h.e.l.luva lot worse before they got better.

He pulled the phone away from his face and dialed again.

CHAPTER NINE.

Six-and-a-half years earlier Cairo

"If you let me have the first shower I'll do your laundry for a week."

Kat chuckled at Shannon's comment as they hauled their gear out of the tomb on Friday evening. They were both covered in an inch of dust, hot and sweaty from working belowground, but giddy with excitement. Dr. Latham had finally given Kat the break she'd wanted. He'd a.s.signed her and Shannon to the most recently discovered burial chamber. After three and a half months on site, she was finally getting a taste of what working the dig was really like. She'd never been more excited. Or as tired.

"As tempting as that is," she said with a grin as they headed up the last set of steps toward the fading light, "I'm going to have to pa.s.s. You still owe me for convincing me to go out with Pete, remember?"

Shannon huffed behind her. "I still think you must have done something to make him run. He was way into you. Did you pick your teeth or talk about your ex too much or drone on and on about Nefert.i.ti? Because you have a habit of doing that, you know."

Kat sent her roommate a look in the dim light. "I have a habit of picking my teeth?"

Shannon rolled her eyes and pushed past her. "Droning on and on about Egyptian history. It gets old."

"I do not."

"Yes. You do. If I'd known you were going to embarra.s.s yourself I would have given you pointers."

"I can't wait to hear these," Kat muttered, following behind. Shannon was a man magnet, and she knew it. Shoulder-length, curly blonde hair, green eyes that drove guys nuts and a confident ability to flirt with just about any guy without feeling self-conscious. She knew how to work men, and she did it well, but she was also one of the sweetest people Kat had ever met.

"I'm an Egyptologist," Kat said in defense of herself. "Of course I'd want to talk about Egyptian history. And he's an art dealer. Trust me, he was interested."

"In you or what you were boring him with?"