Honor 02 Honor Bound Radclyffe

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palms sliding together was more achingly sweet than another woman's naked body pressing against her in
the heat of lust. She stood there, buffeted by the chill night air, her head light with wanting her, and dared
not move. Dared not break the fragile bond.
Finally Cam sighed and released her. She was so very tired and she couldn't trust herself with Blair so
near. She had just needed to touch her so much. And now she needed to go.
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What she had to say next came hard. It was hard for her to even think it, but she had to. Everything
between them had changed drastically almost overnight. They'd spent five frantic days trying to assuage a
yearlong thirst, and nothing had really been settled when they'd parted, except they both believed there'd
be a next time. She thought then that they'd have time to tackle the issues of Blair's notoriety and her own
professional ethics, but the reappearance of Lover Boy had changed all of that. Now whatever personal
relationship they might have had was secondary. She knew Blair was hurt and angry, and she'd seen Blair
in the arms of too many lovers not to know what she did when she was hurt. She said what she had to
say. "If you don't plan on going home tonight, please tell Grant. Let them protect you."
Staring straight ahead so that she would not see the goodbye in Cam's eyes, Blair replied quietly, "As
you wish, Commander."
And then she was alone, the wind whipping at her tears.
*
At precisely 0700 the next morning, Cam walked through the command center toward the conference
room. "Stark, Mac-" she called as she passed each of them, "-with me. The rest of you will be briefed
later."
She closed the door to the conference room after they followed her in and waited until they took seats.
She was crisply attired in a steel-blue suit, a tailored white linen shirt, and imported black loafers that
matched the belt at her waist. There were faint shadows under her eyes, but her gaze was clear and
sharp and glinting with something hard. She remained standing, leaning forward slightly with her hands on
the back of a chair. Had they been looking, they would have noticed that her knuckles were white where
she gripped the leather. It was the only sign that she was distressed.
"This is what I know," she began, her tone and demeanor completely composed. "Approximately three
months ago Lover Boy contacted Egret via the U.S. mail. His messages consisted of short rambling notes
professing his undying love for her, his desire to make love to her - put quite a bit more crudely, and his
intention to be alone with her so that he could convince her of his passion." At her first few words, Stark
and Mac sat up straight, clearly shocked.
"Commander! This is the first-" Mac began, his face pale.
Cam held up her hand to silence him. "We'll get to that. Six weeks ago he began electronic contact, this
time in addition to his verbal descriptions, he sent short video clips of explicit sexual activities he hoped
they might share."
Stark couldn't contain her disbelief. "It's impossible. She would have told us. She's difficult, but she's not
stupid. She would know that we had to be informed."
"The FBI knew. They formed a task force to monitor the situation," Cam began. At that announcement,
Mac's mouth fell open. She continued, preferring to save the considerable explanations for later. "They've
set up their own surveillance system with vehicles and agents tracking her whenever she's outside this
building. They've attempted to set up alternate e-mail connections in the hopes of backtracking his
messages to their source. So far, they've been unsuccessful."
She forced herself to let go of the chair back when her fingers began to cramp. Her voice still quiet, she
said, "I was called back because ten days ago his messages changed. He's becoming more violent; he
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threatened her." She was surprised to feel her voice catch and hoped that Mac and Stark hadn't heard it.
Quickly she continued, "The behavioral people at Quantico feel that he may be decompensating, either
because he's been unsuccessful at gaining access to her or just because he's coming unglued. In any
event, we must consider her at risk at any time."
"Oh my God," Mac breathed, "how could they have kept us out of the loop?"
Struggling now to contain her own anger, she answered, "They were investigating us." That wasn't strictly
true. The FBI had been investigating everyone on the security team with the exception of Cam. She was
exonerated by virtue of the fact that she had been an unintended victim of Lover Boy's presumed attack
on Blair.
Mac stood up, too agitated to sit any longer. "That's insane. Some of us were with you when it
happened. We couldn't have been the shooter!"
"I agree with you," Cam shrugged. "But I don't have to remind you how paranoid our brethren in the FBI
can be. They were floating the theory that if it was one of you, it might have been a hired hitman who did
the shooting. A stand-in to deflect suspicion from you."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Stark muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she frequently did when upset.
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