Eve tried to smile. “I’m glad you came. I needed you today.”

“I thought you would.” Bonnie plopped down in a chair. “I would have come before this, but I wasn’t sure … I thought you might need me more later.”

“You thought she was dying.”

“Yes.”

“She is dying. Or that’s what those doctors tell me. They could be wrong. Tell me they’re wrong, Bonnie.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Then tell me she has a chance.”

She didn’t speak.

“Sometimes you know things, don’t you? You’re a ghost.” She smiled shakily. “You have contacts. I wouldn’t mind if you’d wield a little influence.”

“I would if I could.” She shook her head. “It’s hard. She wants to come to us.”

“So did I. I still do sometimes. But I had to stay, and they gave me you, baby.”

She smiled. “And you thought I was a hallucination for a long time. You weren’t easy to convince.”

“I didn’t care if you were a hallucination or a dream or a ghost, just so you were here.” She could feel the tears sting. “And now it’s starting all over again. And this time I’m not sure if I’d ever get Jane back. You keep telling me that it doesn’t happen often. So, dammit, she has to live. I lost one daughter, I can’t lose another one.”

“I know. Sometimes there are adjustments, but I can’t even promise you that.”

“Adjustments. I don’t know what you mean.”

She shook her head. “We won’t talk about it. I can’t give you answers, but maybe I can give you comfort.”

“You always do.” She leaned back in her chair, her gaze on the red hair, the glow, the shining warmth that had always been her special little girl. “And I don’t mean to be ungrateful, but I’m hurting. I have to do something.”

“And you are,” Bonnie said gently. “You’ve called Seth Caleb.”

“Will he do any good?”

“Maybe. He’ll want to do good for her. I can’t promise that he’ll be able to do anything.”

“Sorry. I won’t ask you again.”

“I wish I knew all the answers. I wish I could give Jane back to you. But all I can do is stay with you until right before Caleb comes. Will that help?”

“You know it will.” To have the love, to see her Bonnie, to remember the days when she’d had her to hold close, before she was only a memory. “Oh, yes, that will help me, baby.”

*   *   *

Cameron.

Catherine could sense him in the darkness of her room before she opened her eyes. He was sitting in a chair a few yards from her bed. “What are you doing here?”

“Watching you sleep. You’re beautiful. When you’re awake, you’re all alertness and wariness, every muscle tense and ready. That has its own charm, but when you sleep, there’s an innocence and a sensuality.”

Heat.

Push it away.

“It can’t be both. That’s a contradiction.”

He chuckled. “But so was Eve in the Garden of Eden.”

“Why are you here?”

“Not for seduction. I realize that it’s not the time.”

It might not be the time, but just sitting there in the dark he was pure seduction. The strong, lean line of his body, the scent of him, the memory of him over her, in her. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

“I wanted to tell you I’ve located Eduardo Montez. I thought you’d want to know.”

“I do.” She sat up in bed. “But it wouldn’t wait until morning?”

“No, by morning we should be well on our way to meeting the good doctor. Unless you want me to go by myself?”

“You know better than that.” She reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. “Where is he?”

“I’m not certain. Not in Guatemala City, where his mother and sister live. He’s still on the run from Santos. By the time we get to Guatemala, I should get an update from the head of the group I hire to do jobs for me in Central America.”

“The committee strikes again,” she said sarcastically. “Do you have special forces you can call on all over the world?”

“Almost.” He smiled. “I’m still working on some countries. After all, I’m only one man.”

“With unlimited funds and influence. It’s no wonder Venable is getting nervous about the conglomerate.”

“But the CIA has its own army and influence.” His eyes were twinkling. “I’m just fortunate to be on my own and not strangled by red tape. I think Venable is just jealous.”

“You might be right.” She swung her legs to the floor. “You might have the opportunity to discuss it with him soon. Did you find out anything more about Montez?”

“Eduardo Montez has a general medical degree and three Ph.D.s in various other fields. He attended a university in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, but his family is from Argentina. He spent most of his childhood and school breaks at a rancho in the hills outside of Buenos Aires.”

“How did he end up in Guatemala? And why did Santos order a hit on his brother?”

“And the most pertinent question is: Why did he order that on no account was Nagoles to kill Eduardo Montez?” He got to his feet. “Which we will know when we come back from Guatemala.”

“We’d better.” She frowned. “Because I’m scared shitless about leaving here. Besides that hospital in Atlanta, everyone else I love in the world is in this house. Talk about putting all my eggs in one basket.”

He nodded. “But you have the equivalent of a special forces army guarding that basket.”

She shook her head.

“Not enough? What about the fact that you have Hu Chang to ramrod the security? He’s both wise and ingenious. He wouldn’t permit anything to happen while you’re gone.”

“He might not be able to help it.” She grimaced. “I’m being negative. You’re right, they’re as safe as they can be.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I think that the pressure will be diverted by our going after Montez. Montez is important to Santos, and he might consider him a threat if we got hold of him. He’ll be concerned about what you’re doing and how to stop you.”

“Unless he decides to stop me by hitting at someone else close to me.”

His expression turned thoughtful. “It’s always possible. But I’d bet that the action will be aimed at us. The only exception might be if you frighten or anger Santos enough to make him strike out.”

“Great.” She headed toward the bathroom. “And the chances are that I’ll do both before this is over. Something I won’t be able to avoid—”

She inhaled sharply. He had reached out as she’d passed him and grasped her forearm.

Electricity.

She looked down at his strong, hard, beautifully shaped hand against her softness.

His fingers on her wrist, his thumb rubbing her forearm. “But maybe not in Guatemala.” His lips brushed the hollow of her elbow. “We might be able to get back before you piss him off.”

His tongue on the softness of her flesh …

“Let me go, Cameron.”

“In a minute. I’ve been very good. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this?”

She only knew how much she’d wanted him to touch her.

“Or how often I thought of you in the summerhouse with your legs wrapped around me. It sent me into a fever, and all I wanted to do was drop everything and come back to you.”

“But you didn’t come back.” Her breasts were swelling, tightening. The muscles of her stomach were clenching. She had to get away from him. She jerked her arm free. “And you shouldn’t have come back. There’s nothing here for you. I told you that when you left me.” She moved toward the bathroom. Walk, don’t run. Don’t look back. “I’ll be dressed in ten minutes. Providing you still want to go with me.”

He chuckled. “Catherine, of course I want to go with you. I’ll do my best to be good. Sex is at the top of the list of the things I want to do with you. But followed closely behind it is fighting the bad guys with you. It’s very exhilarating.” His smile faded. “And I find I can’t bear the thought of Santos taking either one of those pleasures away from me.” He turned and headed for the door. “Ten minutes. I’ve arranged for a plane and pilot to be waiting at the airport. I’ll be downstairs in the foyer.”