"Then it's done." He beamed. "And in nine days we'll finish up the job and bid his high muckity-muck and this blasted country farewell."

"I don't need a rest. With both of us at the site the work will go fast—"

"Nonsense. I can handle it myself. If you want to be helpful, you can take on those pesky accounts in the top desk drawer. They haven't been done since Li Sung's been gone."

She was beginning to believe him. Hope leapt within her as she realized that without the burden of supervising the work on the site, she could spare the time to find a way to get Kartauk out of Kasanpore. "You really mean it?"

For an instant a flicker of compunction crossed Patrick's face. He leaned forward and covered her hand with his. "I really do. God knows, it's time I did some of the work around here. Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me."

Because you're my father, she wanted to tell him. Because someday, if she proved she was worthy of it, he would tell her so.

She knew she couldn't say those words yet, but hope was growing stronger, brighter. "I made you a promise, didn't I?" She threaded her fingers through his. "And it will be good to rest a bit. Thank you, Patrick."

He withdrew his hand and reached for his glass. "Speaking of rest, you'd better get on to bed. You have one more day of dealing with that muddle before I take over."

"You're right, I'll do that." She stood up and moved toward her bedroom. "Good night, Patrick."

Now that she had the opportunity, how was she going to get Kartauk out of Kasanpore?

Ruel. She instantly rejected the thought and then brought it back and examined it. He had promised her not only escape for Kartauk but to find a sanctuary for him. She could find a way to the first requirement but had no means to furnish him a permanent safe haven. No one could doubt Ruel was a forceful, clever man and would probably be a match for Abdar. His words in the railway car had made sense and had also seemed sincere. His brother was an honorable man and believed in Ruel's basic integrity.

Dear God, she didn't want to be involved with Ruel MacClaren again. She wanted only to be quit of him. She had been berating herself for her foolishness since the moment she had left him. She had told him it had been her choice, but she had yielded him something she had never given before and she felt hurt and betrayed. Her body still ached from his possession and her emotions were raw as an open wound. The mere idea of seeing him again frightened and angered her.

Frightened? It was ridiculous to fear him now that she was aware of how he had manipulated her. She had a mind as well as a body and from now on would make certain her mind was fully in control. He was no longer an enigma, and now the only decision she must make was whether she could trust Ruel enough to use him as he had used her.

Two hours later Ruel opened the door of his hotel room in answer to a brusque knock.

Jane stood in the hall.

"What a pleasant surprise. Would you care to come in?"

"No," she said coldly. "I just came to tell you Patrick is taking over the site day after tomorrow which leaves me free to try to work on getting Kartauk out of Kasanpore. Be sure to be at the site on time tomorrow. We don't want Abdar to suspect anything is wrong."

He became still. "Then I take it this means you're going to accept my help?"

"Why not? As you said, it's not often you offer it."

"Quite true." He paused. "You don't have to worry, Jane. I'm capable of doing any number of self-serving things, but you can be sure of two things about me. I always take revenge for any injury done me and I never break my word."

"I will worry but I'll be watching you." She turned and strode back down the hall toward the steps. "And getting Kartauk out of Kasanpore is worth the risk."

"Wait. How did you get here?"

"What difference does that make?" she asked impatiently. "I walked. I wasn't about to take Bedelia out in this weather again." She disappeared around the landing.

He was tempted to follow her and offer to escort her back to the bungalow, but he knew she would reject his protection. She distrusted him and perhaps, though she wouldn't admit it, even feared him. A fear that was more justified than she realized, he thought grimly. He had expected his lust to abate after the afternoon, but having her had only whetted his appetite. The moment he had opened the door and seen her tonight he had hardened.

She had probably reached the street now and was starting toward the outskirts of Kasanpore.

There had been no sign of Abdar and Pachtal in the past weeks, but who knew when Abdar would grow impatient? The streets were dark and in this heavy rain someone could hide unseen in one of the shop alcoves. . . .

He slammed the door and hurried down the hall, cursing himself. Since when had he become enamored of rescuing females? Jane knew how to care for her own well-being and, if she saw him following her, would probably draw that knife in her boot and gut him. He was bone-tired, dry for the first time all day, and did not want to go out again.

But he knew he wouldn't sleep until he knew the blasted woman had safely reached the bungalow.

Chapter 6

The rain fell just as heavily the next day, and again Jane was forced to stop work by late afternoon. After she called a halt, she turned and started in the opposite direction from Sikor Gorge.

"Where are you going?" Ruel asked as he fell into step with her.

"I have to inspect the supports of the bridge over Lanpur Gorge." She added curtly, "Go back to your hotel."

"I'll toddle along." He strolled beside her. "How far is it?"

"A quarter of a mile around the bend." She looked straight ahead. "And I don't want your company."

"You'll have to become accustomed to it. We have to talk sometime. Where have you hidden Kartauk?"

"You don't need to know that yet. When you have a plan, tell me about it and I'll decide if it's necessary for you to meet him."

"It's necessary now."

"Too bad. I don't agree."

"Jane, listen to me." His hand fell on her arm. "I intend to—"

"Don't touch me!" She jerked back away from him, her eyes blazing.

"Why not?" he asked softly. "Do you like it too much?"

"I hate it."

"No, you may hate me, but you don't hate my hands on you. Never lie to yourself. I made that mistake, and look where it's brought me."

"I'm not lying to myself." Sweet Mary, could he be right? She felt sick her body could betray her so easily, and yet she had felt something besides anger when he had put his hand on her arm. No, she would not permit it to be true. She whirled away from him and trudged on through the mud. "Why do you want to see Kartauk?"

"The most selfish of reasons. I want him to help me."

"You're supposed to be helping him."

"I will help him, but after you left last night I considered the situation and decided there may be a way we can help each other." His lips tightened. "I'll be damned if I'll give up my plans for this quixotic idiocy."

"No one could accuse you of being quixotic."

"I'm glad you understand me at last. Though, you must admit, I've never aspired to virtue."

No, he may have used her, but he had never pretended to be anything but what he was. "What can Kartauk do for you?"