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  Love and Honor

  by Radclyffe

  C hapter O ne

  Fresh from the shower, Cameron Roberts walked naked across the carpeted living room to the bar. The floor-to-ceiling windows in her top-floor apartment afforded an unencumbered view of the night skyline of Washington, D.C. The view was breathtaking. She poured an inch of single malt scotch into a heavy crystal rock glass and leaned against the bar that edged one side of the room, staring at the city lights mingling with the midnight stars. There had been a time when she'd thought this vision of piercing beauty had lost the power to move her. A time beyond loss when she had been convinced that nothing would ever stir her soul again. She had been wrong.

  Drawing a gray silk robe from the back of a barstool, she slipped it on and then reached for the phone. Dialing a number from memory, she waited expectantly for the only voice she had wanted to hear all day.

  "Hello?"

  Cam smiled. "How's San Francisco?"

  A quick intake of breath, and then a throaty laugh. "How bad can it be? It's the city of beautiful men and handsome women. And it's August, so the sun shines more than it rains."

  "Sounds pretty perfect."

  "It is." Blair Powell sat down on the edge of the bed and glanced out the window of the guest room in a multilevel house tucked into a niche in the slope of Russian Hill. Visible over the tops of trees and rooftops, the expanse of San Francisco Bay reflected the colors of the setting sun. It was achingly beautiful and when she continued, her voice was husky with emotions still new enough to be frightening. "Almost."

  "Almost?" Cam sipped her scotch, imagining deep blue eyes and wild golden curls. She edged a hip onto the arm of the leather sofa and watched the night.

  "Mmm. I cant find a date to the reception at the art gallery.

  “ AhI cant help you there. Cam sighed. “Im sorry.

  “ Really? Blair asked teasingly, trying to hide her disappointment. They hadn't made any definite plans, but she'd hoped. “Whats happening back there?

  “ The usually bureaucratic maneuvering--too many opinions, too many Section Chiefs, too many people worried about their political careers." She drained the scotch and set the glass gently down on a carved stone coaster on the end table. Forcing a lighter note into her voice, she added, "Like I said, nothing out of the ordinary for the Hill."

  "So it's likely to be a few more days?"

  "I think so. Is everything all right there?"

  "It's fine," Blair hastened to assure her.

  "Whos at the house?" She'd reviewed the details with Mac between meetings in the early evening, but being separated from her team made her uneasy.

  "Stark is in the bedroom across the hall, and Davis is downstairs playing cards with Marcea and an extraordinarily handsome man with a devastating Italian accent."

  "That would be Giancarlo." Cam laughed, picturing her mother entertaining a houseful of artists, foreign visitors, and Secret Service agents. "Sounds like it's under control."

  "Mac knows what he's doing, Cam. You don't need to worry."

  "I'm not worried about a thing," Cam replied, glad that Blair couldn't see her face. The President's daughter seemed to be able to read the truth in her expression, when all anyone else ever saw was her neutral game face.

  "You sound tired."

  "I'm fine," Cam responded automatically. In truth, she still had a ferocious headache left over from the concussion she had sustained in an explosion two nights before, and she hadn't had much sleep since she'd left Blair Powell's bed the previous afternoon. Spending the entire day explaining how two Federal agents under her command had ended up in the intensive care unit hadn't helped the pounding.

  U.S. Treasury Assistant Director Stewart Carlisle closed the door behind him and regarded the First Daughter's Secret Service security chief expressionlessly. "You okay?"

  "Bumps and bruises. Nothing serious." Cam sat in the chair on the right side of the head of the table where she knew Carlisle, her immediate supervisor, would be seated during the upcoming debriefing. They were the only two people in the room, but that would change in fifteen minutes. Representatives from the FBI, the National Security Agency, and the President's personal security adviser would be arriving shortly to discuss the assassination attempt on the President's only child.

  "If you're not, Roberts, tell me now."

  "I'm fine, sir." He didn't need to know about the intermittent double vision or the persistent nausea or the dizziness.

  He blew out a breath and took the chair at the end of the table. "Okay, run it down for me. How did things get so Goddamned fucked up?"

  Cam rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook some of the tension out of her shoulders. "How do things ever get fucked up? The guy was good, a professional--he knew how to anticipate what we would do, where we would deploy. He got by us. He was always a little ahead of us the whole time. On top of that, interdepartmental intelligence broke down--nothing out of the ordinary there, either. Someone should have picked up on his identity months agobefore he ever got close. We were lucky to get away with only the casualties we sustained."

  "I can't put that in a report to the Security Director," Carlisle snapped.

  "You asked me what happened. That's what happened--we got our asses kicked."

  Carlisle stared at the ceiling. "Give me an assessment of your team."

  "High marks all around." Cam sat up straight, her eyes suddenly sharp and intense. "There are no fall guys on my detail. If somebody swings for this, it will be me."

  "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

  "Cam?" Blair repeated, "You there?"

  Cam jumped. "What? Yeah. I'm sorry."

  "What aren't you telling me? Are you in trouble back there?" Blair stood up, reaching under the bed for her suitcase. Something was definitely wrong. "I can get the midnight flight back to DC --"

  "No." Rising abruptly, Cam swayed with a sudden rush of lightheadedness and swore under her breath. She was forced to sit down before she could continue. "First of all, I shouldn't even be discussing this with you."

  "Don't start quoting protocol to me now, Roberts." Blair dropped the suitcase, her heart sinking as she heard the distance creep into Cam's voice. Still, after all we've been through. God, why won't she let me help?

  "Secondly," Cam continued, smiling faintly as she imagined the fire leaping in Blair's eyes, "this is not the sort of thing you can be involved in. You need to stay above this--"

  "I'm sorry? Above what--life? Us? The room suddenly felt cold, the sunset no longer seemed quite so welcoming. I thought wed gotten past all this.

  "You aren't supposed to know anything about the details of your security.

  “ Jesus, Cam. How can you say that now after all that's happened?" Blair crossed rapidly to the window, trying to imagine Cam in her apartment, needing more than her voice. I've never even been there. She knows everything about me, and I know practically nothing about her.

  “ You cant be seen as concerned about itor about me, Cam said gently. "It will raise flags."

  "I know the people lying in the intensive care unit. And in case you hadn't noticed, I have pretty strong feelings about you, too."

  This is not going well. Not for the first time, Cam reminded herself why personal relationships between Secret Service agents and protectees were forbidden. It wasn't exactly illegal, but it was an unwritten law throughout the Agency. And blatantly violating it could get you posted to a backwater embassy pretty fast. She wasnt worried about her career, but she was worried about fallout tarnishing Blair and her father. Her headache suddenly ratcheted up a notch and she spoke sharply without thinking.

  "This is Agency business, Blair. Y
oure the President's daughter, for Christ's sake. It would be partisanship of the worst order for you to get involved. If it came out, it could damage him politicallyeven if catapulting your private life all over the front page didnt."

  “ Ive been managing my private life and my fathers career for a long time without your help.

  The silence that followed on the line sounded ominous even to Cam, 3000 miles away. She took a deep breath, blinked back the pain, and regrouped. "I'm sorry. I only meant--"

  "I understand what you meant, Commander." Blair's tone was icy. "I know very well who I am to the public and how to behave in the political arena. I was under the mistaken impression that we were discussing something private. Something between us ."

  "Look, I--"

  "There's no need for you to explain. Is there anything else?"

  "I should speak with Mac." Cam rubbed her eyes wearily.

  "I suggest you try him at the hotel. I'm sure you have the number."

  "Yes."

  "Goodnight then, Commander," Blair said.

  "Goodnight," Cam said softly, but she was listening to a dial tone. She set the receiver carefully in its cradle and leaned back on the sofa. Lifting a remote from the end table, she shut off the room lights and closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't sleep.

  C hapter T wo

  Blair stripped off her sweatpants and reached for her jeans. She tucked in her T-shirt, closed the buttons on the fly, and pulled on her sneakers. Then she sorted through the clothes in the dresser until she found a favorite hooded black sweatshirt with NYU stenciled on the left chest and shrugged into it. As she crossed to the bedroom door, she checked to be sure she had her wallet in her back pocket. She opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

  Paula Stark was leaning against the wall opposite. The two women stared at one another, the silence deepening as the seconds passed.

  "I'm going for a walk," Blair said at last.

  "I'll notify Mac," Stark said without a single inflection in her voice, lifting her wrist to speak into her radio mike. To her complete and utter shock, Blair Powell stopped her with a hand on her arm.

  "Don't. I just want to walk. I'm not going anywhere."

  "You can't go alone," Stark responded emphatically, forgetting to appear impassive. She was still working on that. "Besides, the Commander"

  "Isn't here, is she?" Blair retorted sharply.

  "Well, it's not like she won't know...Hey!"

  Blair turned and walked away, Stark close on her heels.

  "PleaseMs. Powell, just let me call the cars."

  "If you want to come along--fine. But just you." She started down the back stairs, and would be outside, free, in a few seconds.

  Stark had no choice but to follow. She knew the Presidents daughter well enough by now to know that arguing would not work. She also knew that if provoked, Blair was perfectly capable of giving all of them the slip and disappearing. It had happened before, and that was a worse threat to her safety than going out with only one agent as protection. Oh man, Mac is going to kill me. Thank God the Commander is in DC.

  It was just after 9:00 P.M., and the sky was clear, nearly cloudless except for wisps here and there that glowed silver with reflected light from the full moon. In a city famous for romance, on a night made for lovers, Blair was lonely.

  Starting down the steep, twisting wooden stairs that led from the rear of Marcea Cassells' house to Lombard Street at a pace too fast for the terrain, especially in the near dark, she steadfastly ignored the ache. She hadn't been aware of loneliness for a very long time, and on the rare occasions when she had been, she'd known just what to do about it. A few hours lost in the arms of an attractive stranger, anonymous pleasures at no cost to anyone, had served her well until Cameron Roberts had come along less than a year before and changed everything.

  "Like I ever asked her to."

  "I'm sorry?" Stark asked, trying to stay within touching distance of the Presidents daughter without actually touching her.

  “ Nothing.

  They reached the street and began wending their way down the sharply curving road in the general direction of the Bay. When it became apparent that Stark wasnt going to do anything except dog her steps, Blair relaxed infinitesimally.

  “ What are you doing here any way? I though you were off for a while.

  Stark blushed, overjoyed that her companion couldnt see it. The question caught her off guardshe hadnt realized that Blair Powell, code name Egret, gave any thought to the schedule of her security team. Although Stark was the lead agent in Egrets personal security detail, and spent hours with her every day under every imaginable circumstance, they had not had a personal conversation in months. Not since the night six months before when theyd spent a number of frantic hours together in bed. Well, I was pretty frantic. And come to think of it, we didnt do much talking even then .

  “ Couldnt stay away? Blair probed. She still couldnt quite figure out why one human being was willing to risk their life for a person to whom they worked so hard to appear invisible. Although she knew all the agents on her detail by name, she knew very little about most of them personally. They rarely looked directly at her because they were too busy looking everywhere else. If she stripped naked in front of them, they wouldnt blink. She grinned to herselfwell, Stark would. But that was because the agent hadnt mastered the game face yet. And besides, I wouldnt do it to her.

  “ After everyone left for the airport last night, I felt useless, Stark confessed, stepping slightly to the right of Blair so that she could get between her and the traffic side of the sidewalk.

  “ You need to get a life, Stark, Blair commented, not unkindly.

  “ After what happened, I justI dont know. I just wanted to be here.

  Blair caught her breath, because she understood. All of themthe whole teamhad been through hell together, and although they were strangers in many ways, they were also bonded by shared victoryand by shared loss. Despite understanding, she was amazed that Stark could admit it. “Dont you ever worry about saying things like that? It will ruin your macho image.

  “ Macho? Stark laughed, and very unobtrusively stopped at the corner of Hyde and Beach, blocking Blairs body from the intersection while glancing up and down the street. Thankfully, it was a weeknight and not many tourists were about. As they crossed, heading steadily downhill toward the water, she added, “As long as the Commander trusts me, Im not too worried about my image.

  “ It matters that much to youwhat she thinks?

  “ Of course, Stark replied, clearly surprised. “I meansheswell, shes what we all want to be.

  “ Be careful what you wish for. Blairs tone was sharp, but it wasnt anger. It was pain. Cant you see what it costs her?

  Stark fell silent and Blair walked on rapidly, eventually turning left onto Jefferson until they reached the beach. She threaded her way with Stark by her side down stone stairs to the sand, and finally sat, knees drawn up, watching the moonlight play across the waves.

  “ Hows Renee? Blair finally asked, her voice low and pensive. She drew the fine white sand through her fingers, letting the grains fall in a steady stream by her side.

  “ Shes okay, Stark replied hesitantly, still unsure how to talk to the woman she spent more time with than anyone else in her life. “She pretty much kicked me out this morning, which is why I decided to fly out here in the afternoon. Catch up to you all.

  “ Why did she chase you off? Were you hovering?

  “ Uhwell, maybe. Some.

  Stark shifted in the stiff vinyl-cushioned chair, peering at her watch in the semi-darkness. Ten after five. In the morning. Shed slept all the previous afternoon after the Commander had declared the entire first team off duty. As soon as shed awakened, shed come to the hospital, found Savard too sedated to talk, and had decided to sit for a while in case the FBI agent woke up. That had been at 8:00 p.m.

  She stretched and leaned closer to the bed, peering at the injured woman. In the dim light from the hall,
Renees usually deep-coffee-toned skin seemed pale, almost lifeless

  Quickly, heart racing, Stark reached for the hand that lay on the covers, folding it in her own. It was warm. She closed her eyes, drawing a shaky breath, as she rubbed her cheek against the backs of the long, slender fingers.

  “ Hey, Renee said quietly, closing her hand weakly around Starks.

  Stark jumped. “Hey. Youre awake.

  “ Kind of. Is there any water?

  “ Yeahright here. Wait a minute. Stark hurriedly poured tepid water from a green plastic pitcher into a Styrofoam cup and fumbled the paper off a straw. Carefully, she tilted the cup and placed the straw between the other womans lips. “Here you go.

  After a few swallows, Renee dropped her head back against the pillows. “Thanks.

  “ Should I call a nurse? Do you need something for thepain?

  “ Nonot yet. Talk to me a little.

  Savards voice was faint but her eyes seemed clear.

  “ Okay. Sure.

  “ What happened?

  Starks heart thudded with anxiety again, because shed already told her the story the day before. That was probably normal. Right?

  Patiently, she recounted the tale from the beginning, leaving out the parts about the blood. And how fucking scared shed been, kneeling by Renees side with her hands pressed to her shoulder and the blood that just kept coming.

  “ Paula?

  “ Huh? she said too loudly, jumping again.

  “ Have you had any sleep?

  “ Yeahlots.

  “ You seemspooked.

  “ No. Im fine.

  “ Good. Savard closed her eyes.

  After a few minutes of watching her breathe, Stark figured she had fallen asleep. Gently, she disentangled her fingers from Renees laid the slumbering womans hand down on the covers. When she looked up, Renee was watching her.

  “ Are you leaving? Savard asked.

  “ Not if you dont want me to.

  “ I want you to.

  “ Oh. Stark looked away, swallowed.

  “ Paula.

  “ Huh?