Radclyffe - Oath of Honor
to him.”
“Every time he steps outside that building, he’s a target. God, even
when he’s inside, he’s a target. Someone tried to fly a plane into the
White House, Cam.”
“I know. And so does everyone whose duty it is to protect him, and
believe me, they’re the best. You know that. He doesn’t go anywhere that
every contingency isn’t prepared for. And in the worst-case scenario, he
has a full medical team standing by. Hell, there’s an operating room on
Air Force One.”
“I know, I know. It’s just—to everyone else in the world he’s
POTUS, the most powerful man in the world. To me, he’s my father.”
Cam pulled Blair down into her arms and kissed her. Blair had
lost her mother when she was a child. Andrew and she had been a team
since then, Blair at his side as he’d risen from the governor’s mansion
to the White House. He was her father, her friend, and her greatest
supporter. “I know, baby. I know.”
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“I’m glad Lucinda has you on this. I know he’ll be even safer. She
needs you there.” Blair gripped Cam’s shoulders and pulled Cam over
on top of her. “But right now, so do I.”
“Ah, Blair,” Cam whispered, “you have me, anytime.
Anywhere.”
Cam kissed Blair’s eyes, her mouth, her throat. Blair was restless
beneath her, her legs clasping the backs of Cam’s thighs, pulling their
bodies tighter, fusing them. Cam slid her hand between their bodies
and caressed Blair’s breasts until her nipples tightened and her breasts
tensed.
“Oh God, Cam,” Blair whispered. “Inside me. I need you.”
“Soon,” Cam whispered, inching down, skating her mouth over
Blair’s breast, kissing her nipple, biting lightly. Blair arched, a small
cry escaping, and Cam’s head pounded. She wanted her, hungered
for her. Blair was the strongest woman she’d ever known, and she let
herself be vulnerable beneath Cam’s hands, beneath her mouth. She
opened herself, gave herself, and Cam had never felt so humbled. She
kissed the center of Blair’s abdomen, moving lower, slowly, covering
every inch of skin with her fingers and her lips.
“Oh, you feel so good,” Blair gasped. “I want you so bad when
you make me wait.”
“I need all of you. So much.”
Blair’s fingers came into her hair, caressing her, guiding her lower.
“You do. You always do.”
Cam eased Blair’s thighs apart, kissing the soft skin first on one
side, then the other, moving inward, nipping lightly, kissing the spots
her teeth had teased. Blair’s hips lifted to her, inviting her deeper. She
lost all sense of time, of place, of anything other than Blair. Blair’s
hands on her shoulders, Blair’s skin beneath her mouth, Blair closing
around her fingers. Blair was everything—air, sun, joy, eternity.
“Now,” Blair whispered. “Now.”
Carefully, gently, Cam drew Blair’s clitoris between her lips,
closing her mouth over her, slipping inside until she filled her. She
pressed inward even as she sucked her deeper. Blood pulsed, muscles
quivered, and Blair was everywhere—in her mind and blood and soul.
“There—” Blair swelled in her mouth.
She guided her higher, stroking, sucking, drawing her ever closer
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until Blair’s thighs tightened into steel bands. Blair jerked hard against
Cam’s mouth, a choked cry torn from her throat. Blair’s orgasm rushed
around her fingers, pulsed against her lips, filling her with wonder.
“Oh my God,” Blair gasped.
Cam kissed her one last time and settled her cheek against the
inside of Blair’s thigh, softly caressing her belly. “I love you.”
“You make me so happy.”
“That’s everything.”
“Almost.” Blair’s fingers twisted in Cam’s hair and tugged.
“Almost everything—but not quite. Come up here.”
v
Hooker slid into a booth in the rear of the Chicago O’Hare Chili’s
and waited for the server to take his drink order before saying anything
to the man seated across from him. Anyone watching them in the dimly
lit restaurant, and no one was, would be unlikely to remember two guys
on a layover, in rumpled clothes, faces obscured by shadows. When
they were alone, he said, “This is getting expensive.”
“Safer.”
“Right. Next time make it someplace warmer.”
“If it’s inconvenient, I’m happy to quit.”
Hooker snorted. “I’ll just bet you are. But that’s not the way it
works. You’ve already gotten your down payment.”
“Don’t worry. I’m loyal to the cause.”
Hooker shrugged. He didn’t know what motivated the guy, and he
didn’t care. All he cared about was getting his part of the job done, and
he needed this guy to do it. “Tell me what you have for me.”
“A few changes to the upcoming schedule.”
“Delays?” Hooker frowned. “We’ve already got a timetable—”
“I don’t want to know anything about what you’re planning.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t.” Hooker leaned back while the waitress
slid a beer across the tabletop. “All right. Give it to me. Anything
else?”“There’s been a change in personnel at the White House. The
medical unit has a new chief.”
“Not unexpected. What do we know about him?”
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“Her.”
“What do you mean?”
“Brought her in from outside.”
“Oh. Okay.” Hooker didn’t like surprises, especially when they
affected one of the key players. “What do we know about her?”
“Not very much yet. Seems to be a straightforward appointment—
navy captain. Nothing unusual.”
“She could be useful. See if we can get close.”
“The place is like a fishbowl. We can’t just go poking around.”
“And we can’t have a wild card in a game we’ve already
started.”
“I’ll do what I can. They’re calling my flight. Here.”
A folded ten was pushed across the tabletop, and Hooker swept it
up in his palm and shoved the bill into his pocket. He fingered the small
memory disk free and pushed it farther down so he wouldn’t accidently
dislodge it along with the money. “What’s on it?”
“The contact info. I’d rather you didn’t contact me—”
“When we need something, you’ll know.”
Alone, Hooker finished his drink, pulled the ten from his pocket,
and left it on the table. Grabbing the check the waitress had left, he
headed for the register by the door. Russo might be right—this thing
was so big they couldn’t afford to leave any witnesses.
v
“So what’s the agenda,” Wes asked as she and Evyn walked back
to the House, “for boot camp?”
Evyn smiled. “You won’t have to run an obstacle course.”
“Good to know.”
“We need to see how you’ll mesh with our team in different threat
scenarios. Everyone else in the WHMU has been on board at least
eighteen months. Not only are you the new guy, you’re the new chief.
You’ll be with POTUS around the clock most of the time he’s away.”
“I understand.” Wes paused at a corner for the light to change.
“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what the sims are first, are
you.”“No.”
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“Even though you probably practice the same simulations at
regular intervals anyhow.”
“You’re quick.” Evyn shot her a searching glance. “Piss you off?”
“What? Being treated like a squid?”
“Let me guess—that’s like the lowest of the low at Annapolis?”
Wes nodded. She’d played the game, paid her dues, and earned her
rank. She might be out of her element here, but she was no squid. Yeah,
she was annoyed, but she’d also learned not to be thrown off center by
her emotions. “Not really.”
“Good,” Evyn said, not sounding totally convinced. “We’re on the
same side, after all.”
Wes stopped walking, and Evyn turned to her, her brows drawing
together in a question. “There’s something you should know—
something all the interviews and polygraphs in the world aren’t going
to tell you.”
“Okay.”
“Run your simulations, analyze the polygraph, psychoanalyze me
if that’s what will make everyone feel better, but I would never put a
patient’s life at risk. If I’m not right for this job—one hundred percent
qualified, I won’t need anyone to tell me. I’ll know. I’ll walk away.”
“That makes you very unusual, Captain Masters,” Evyn said
softly. Passersby streamed by on either side of them. Their breath
puffed out in the cold air, mingling and misting and drifting away in
small white clouds. Evyn’s gaze held hers. “No ego investment?”
Wes shook her head. “Plenty. If I can’t do something well, I won’t
do it.”“A perfectionist.”
“I hope not—that’s an impossible goal. A realist, maybe.”
Evyn smiled. “I guess our lives don’t leave room for much else.”
“No.” A pang of unexpected sadness raced through Wes’s chest,
and for some reason, she thought of her family. She’d grown up with
love—surrounded by warmth and joy and support, even though she’d
also been on her own a lot. She still had that love and support, but there
were times, late at night or first thing in the morning, when she ached
for something she couldn’t name. Or was afraid to. “Do you regret—I
won’t say the sacrifices, because I don’t think of it that way. But you
know—the job?”
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“No,” Evyn said quickly. “You?”
“No. And I guess we should get to it.”
“Yes.” Evyn resumed walking.
Wes worked on getting grounded in what was important. She
wasn’t used to being thrown off track by people. Even her friends had
never been successful at pulling her away from her responsibilities.
Emory was always pushing her to go out to parties and clubs when
they’d been at school together, but she’d been all about the grades.
Emory’d been a serious student too, and no party girl, but she’d never
worried quite as much as Wes. She’d dated. At least casually. Wes had
never cared about that. Still didn’t.
“First stop is getting your permanent ID,” Evyn said.
They showed their IDs to the officer at the west gate, and Evyn
took her to the personnel office. The clerk handed Wes a laminated ID
card depicting her photograph, name, and rank.
“Where in the OEOB is the clinic?” Wes asked Evyn when they
left personnel.
“Down this hall.” Evyn glanced at her watch. “Almost seventeen
thirty. Probably only the night shift is here, but you can see them and
check out your office.”
“Thanks. I appreciate the walk around.” Wes mentally noted the
twists and turns as she matched Evyn’s long strides. At the end of a
deserted hall with white walls, gray tiles, and rows of closed doors
on either side, Evyn took a right into another corridor lit by glaring
overhead fluorescents. A small waiting area on one side was crammed
with black metal folding chairs. Opposite that, four rooms with the
letters A through D over their doors stood open and empty. Examination
rooms. Beyond those, she could see into a large office with a desk piled
high with charts. Probably the headquarters of the Admitting Officer of
the Day.
“Well,” Evyn said, “this is it.”
“I can take it from here—I imagine you need to get back.”
“I was done at fifteen hundred.”
“Oh,” Wes said, flashing back to their dinner of the night before.
For one second she considered asking Evyn if she had plans for the
evening and just as quickly came to her senses. She had work to do—a
lot of it. And Evyn—well, anything with Evyn was best kept simple.
Tomorrow Evyn would be evaluating her. “Have a good night, then.”
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“Right.” Evyn paused, then smiled briskly. “You too. See you in
the morning.”
Wes watched her walk away until she realized what she was doing.
Abruptly, she averted her gaze and went in search of her team. Why
was simple suddenly so hard?
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chapter eleven
Evyn shoved her hands in the pockets of her trench coat, hunched
her shoulders against the wind, and hurried around the Ellipse
to where she’d parked her car. That morning she’d been running late
and grabbed the closest street spot she could find, but it felt like a mile
now. A light snow had begun to fall, and she brushed the loose powder
from her windshield with the sleeve of her coat. Snowflakes melted
on her face and neck. She swore she could feel icy snowmelt trickling
down her back, although she didn’t actually think it was snowing hard
enough for that to be happening. Shivering, she jumped into the front
seat, started the engine, and turned the heat on high. Cold air blasted
in her face, and she lunged to redirect the vents away from the driver’s
seat. The windows frosted over more with every exhalation, and a
cloud of steam rolled up around the outside of the windows to envelop
her, making her feel as if she might step out of the car and find herself
in another world somewhere. Not that far a stretch—seeing as how
this world certainly seemed turned upside down in the last forty-eight
hours. She’d spent more alone time with Wes Masters than she’d spent
with any woman, other than fellow agents, in the last year. She’d spent
even more time thinking about her—like right now—than any of the
women she’d slept with. Evyn flicked melting snow from her hair and
considered going back inside to look for Wes—the storm was picking
up and Wes didn’t have a car. How would she get back—damn, she was
doing it again, behaving like a player in someone else’s life.
Captain Wes Masters did not need rescuing—and she was nobody’s
savior.
