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  “ Dana Barnett, Blair said. “Isnt she

  “ A reporter for the Washington Chronicle . Yes, Lucinda replied as Emilio held the door open for a woman of average height and build in wrinkled tan chinos, a white T-shirt, and a shapeless black V-neck sweater. She wore mud-encrusted combat boots and needed a haircut.

  Her collar-length chestnut hair was shaggy and her deep brown eyes shadowed with fatigue. Despite her casual attire, she moved briskly and swept the room with sharp eyes that appeared to take in everything with one glance.

  “ Ms. Barnett, Lucinda said. “Thank you so much for coming.

  Danas eyebrows lifted almost imperceptibly. “Youre welcome, she said in a resonant alto. “I just got off a plane, so forgive my informal attire. She nodded in Blair and Cams direction. “Good morning, Ms. Powell. Deputy Director Roberts.

  “ Good to meet you, Blair said. She and Cam stood, and Blair held out her hand. “Where are you in from?

  “ The Middle East, Dana said somewhat evasively. She glanced at Lucinda. “I didnt get much of a briefing, just that you wanted to see me.

  “ I told the people at the paper Id fill you in, Lucinda said. She gestured to the seating area. “You must be tired.

  “ No, actually, I spent the last six hours sleeping on the floor in the hold of a military transport plane. Id rather stand, if you dont mind.

  Blair thought what Dana Barnett hadnt said was that shed rather be anywhere else but there. She could almost feel her bristling. From what she knew of Danas reputation, she was a hard-hitting investigative reporter who covered controversial topics in every corner of the globe. She didnt doubt that Danas assignment in the Middle East had to do with terrorism.

  “ Since youve been out of the country, Lucinda said smoothly, apparently oblivious to the edge in Dana Barnetts manner, “you may not have heard that Ms. Powell and the deputy director are getting married next week.

  “ Congratulations, Dana said, her eyes wary.

  “ As you can imagine, Lucinda said, “there is a great deal of media interest in the entire event. To facilitate information flow and spare Ms. Powell and the deputy director undue attention, weve decided to allow one reporter total access to the first daughter for the duration of the event. Exclusive coverage commencing with the preplanning stages.

  Dana slid her hands into the pockets of her chinos and glanced from Lucinda to Blair. “I can recommend several excellent lifestyle reporters who would

  “ That wont be necessary. Youve got the job. Lucinda smiled.

  “ Luce, Blair said, “can we talk for a minute, please? The last thing Blair wanted was a reporter in her face twenty-four hours a day. It was bad enough to have twice a day press conferences.

  “ I think its an excellent idea, Cam said.

  Blair stared at her. “What?

  “ It will limit your exposure if the members of the press realize that youre not available to make impromptu comments, and it will allow us to determine when and how youre interviewed. She nodded. “Its a good idea.

  “ Its a lousy idea, Blair retorted.

  Dana Barnett folded her arms, an amused expression on her face.

  “ I realize youve just come off an arduous assignment, Dana, Lucinda said. “Well arrange transportation for you to Manhattan tomorrow. You can start then.

  The smile on Danas face disappeared. “Im afraid I really cant

  “ I havent agreed Blair interrupted.

  Lucinda glanced at her watch. “And Im late for a meeting with the budget committee. Thank you all so much for coming. She reached across her desk, grabbed a stack of folders, and walked out.

  Blair and Dana stared after her.

  “ Son of a bitch! Dana and Blair exclaimed simultaneously.

  Cam, wisely, said nothing.

  Chapter Four

  D ana took a deep breath and smiled ruefully at the first daughter. Shed seen her in photographs and on television before, of course, but shed never met her in person. Dressed casually, with her hair loose and her temper showing, Blair Powell was even more beautiful than her media image projected. Dana had always admired her for her subtle disdain for political games and her tendency to be outspoken regardless of the party line. And the fact that she had become more candid about her sexual orientation in the last year had earned Danas respect. As a reporter, Dana had a healthy regard for the power of the press to make or break careers as well as sway public opinion. It was refreshing to meet someone so close to the seats of power who didnt seem to care, although handling her press relations must be a nightmare for the White House.

  “ Nothing personal, Ms. Powell, Dana said, “but Im not the right reporter for this assignment.

  “ Nothing personal, Ms. Barnett, Blair said, “but this assignment doesnt work for me either.

  Dana laughed, then caught the steely expression on Deputy Director Robertss face. Dana wasnt nave, and even if she hadnt just come back from the Middle East, she would have had a very good idea of just how precarious the state of national security was at the moment. Anyone who paid attention to the political scene, and Dana did, knew that Blair Powell had dropped from sight immediately after 9/11 and the White House had been very vague as to why. Now she was emerging in the midst of controversy. So much for maintaining a low profile, which Dana was willing to bet the White House and the deputy director would have preferred. She didnt envy Robertss position in all of this, and she definitely didnt want to piss her off.

  “ I agree with your take on controlling the press by setting up exclusive coverage, Deputy Director, Dana said. “Its a good idea. My only point is

  “ I think youve made your position clear, Cam said flatly. “You apparently find contributing to Ms. Powells security beneath you.

  Dana flushed. She knew, as did every other reporter in the United Statesin the world, most likelythat Cameron Roberts had nearly died from a snipers bullet intended for the first daughter. Roberts might have taken the bullet because she was protecting her lover, but no one doubted she would have done it for anyone under her protection. She was a genuine hero, and one who hadnt capitalized on her notoriety in any way. For just a second, Dana felt petty in her desire not to be cast as a celebrity reporter, and the discomfort stoked her temper. “There are half a dozen reporters the Chronicle could assign who would fit in better than me and who have more experience with this kind of thing. Im a field reporter, for Christs sake.

  “ It doesnt matter, Blair interjected, “because its not happening. She looped her left arm through Cams and held her right hand out to Dana. “Like I said, nothing personal. It was nice meeting you.

  “ Same here, Dana said.

  When the first daughter and the deputy director started out of the office, Dana hurried after them. It would have been nice to think the matter closed, but she knew things were never that simple where politics were concerned.

  * * * * *

  “ You were kind of hard on her, werent you? Blair asked lightly as she and Cam left the West Wing.

  “ Shes cocky, Cam said.

  “ And?

  “ And nothing. Cam pulled her cell phone off her belt and punched in Paula Starks number on speed dial. “Were coming out, Chief. She glanced at Blair. “Ready to go home?

  “ More than ready. Blair slowed in the lobby just inside the entrance to the West Wing and pulled Cam around to face her. “You dont usually give up so easily.

  Cam grinned. “Who said I was giving up?

  Blair rolled her eyes. “Thats exactly what I was afraid of. She looked around to make sure no one was listening, but everyone seemed to be rushing to get to their destination and paid them no mind. Nevertheless, she lowered her voice out of habit. “Im not having a stranger follow me around, recording my every thought and feeling, during one of the most important times of my life. God, Cam, I dont even do that for a routine public appearance.

  Cam settled her hands on Blairs shoulders. “Nothing is routine anymore, baby.

  “ This is ours, Blair sai
d vehemently. She pressed her hand to Cams chest. “Ours. Im not letting anyone take it away from us, not even Lucinda and my father.

  “ No one will. I promise. Cam kissed her softly while a uniformed Marine guard standing nearby stared straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to them. “But the press are going to be all over us, and that makes Starks job ten times more difficult. Lucinda is right on this one, Blair. Its the best way to control the flow of information and keep some distance between you and the reporters.

  “ No, Blair said. “As far as Im concerned, the matter is closed.

  Cam said nothing, but her eyes took on the shuttered appearance they always did when she was holding in her temper.

  “ And dont think about pulling rank on me, either, Blair snapped, the effort it took to keep her voice down making her tremble.

  When it came right down to it, Blair knew that what she wanted didnt carry as much weight as what others decided was best for her. And one of those other people who had that kind of power over her was her own lover. She resented being made a bystander to her own life, and her solution to that in the past had been to assert her independence any way she could. Sometimes in ways that werent particularly smart, or safe. But now she had something that mattered as much as her own personal freedom, and that was her relationship with Cam. When the two things that mattered most to her were at odds, like now, Blairs better judgment sometimes suffered in the wake of impotent fury. “I dont want to fight about this.

  “ Neither do I. Cam tensed as they stepped outside under the portico.

  Blair noticed Cam automatically scan the grounds. Despite the fact that they were in one of the most secure locations in the world, Cam didnt let down her guard. She never let down her guard. Blair wasnt sure she would recognize her if she ever truly relaxed. Even as she thought it, Blair knew there was one time when Cam wasnt thinking about danger, wasnt thinking about guarding her, wasnt thinking about anything at all. When they made love, when Cam gave herself to Blair, the only thing in her mindthe only thing that matteredwas what existed between the two of them. Blair was certain of it, because that was the way she felt too, and she desperately wanted to have that feeling for more than just the moments when they made love. Not just for herself, but for Cam. And if she had to stand up to Lucinda and her father and the whole goddamn world to get it, she would.

  * * * * *

  “ Dana! Youre back!

  “ Hiya, gorgeous. Dana stepped around behind an old-fashioned gunmetal gray desk with dented file cabinets built into either end and kissed the silky-soft skin of the white-haired woman who guarded the door to editor-in-chief Clive Russells office with the ferocity of a gorgon. Rumor had it that Amanda Smith held more shares in the paper than half the board members, but preferred her role as secretary to sitting in meetings. Dana had a feeling Amanda had more power right where she was. “Thanks for arranging my ride back.

  Amanda merely smiled as her gaze swept over Dana. “Bad over there?

  “ Bad and getting worse, Dana said grimly. She had a feeling she hadnt seen the last of Afghanistan, and considering what shed been piecing together from her sources in the military and on Capitol Hill, Iraq was about to be added to the nasty mix.

  “ Those pieces you sent back were horrifying. Amanda touched Danas arm fleetingly. “And brilliant. As always.

  Dana flushed at the compliment. Amanda had been known to skim a reporters copy and hand it back to be rewritten, declaring it a waste of Clives time. Only a rookie would ever argue with her. Dana eyed the closed door to Clives office. The lights were on but the blinds in the two huge glass windows facing into the newsroom were drawn, meaning he was unavailable. “I need to see the man.

  Still smiling, Amanda shook her head. “Not now, you dont. Its budget time. Try him tomorrow around nine twenty. Hell have a few minutes then.

  “ Its important.

  Amanda regarded her steadily and Dana held her breath.

  Dana never pulled rank, even though she was one of the senior investigative reporters and could pretty much call her own shots as to what she worked on and when. She was as much a team player as she could be, given that her nature was to be solitary. Shed gotten used to being alone as a child. She had no siblings and didnt fit in with the other kids in her working-class neighborhood. After a certain age, the boys wouldnt play with her and she had no idea how to play with the girls, whose games didnt interest her. She couldnt fathom the fun in playing house and pretending that she wanted to grow up to be something that felt completely foreign to her. She didnt want to be someones wife or mother. She wanted adventures like those in the books she loved to read. She wanted to explore the world like the characters she pretended to be. And most of all, she wanted to know why why the world worked the way it did. And the more she learned, the more she questioned. Her love of words and her endless curiosity led her into journalism, and here she was. Traveling the world and asking why.

  “ You know I cant do this, Dana said, hearing the plea in her own voice.

  “ Five minutes, Amanda said gently. “Dont make me come and get you.

  Dana kissed her cheek again. “Thanks. I owe you.

  Amanda chuckled. “Of course you do. Go on now.

  As Dana walked to the door, she heard Amanda pick up the phone and murmur something. She knocked and a deep rumble that she took to mean come in emanated from the other side.

  “ Hi, Clive, Dana said as she entered the cluttered office. The evening edition of the Chronicle sat in the center of the huge oak desk. Stacks of papers covered just about every surface in the room that wasnt already occupied with the computer, fax machine, television, phones, and other equipment that kept Clive connected to the world of information. “Sorry to bother you.

  “ Then why are you? the big man behind the desk asked impatiently.

  Despite the hundreds of times shed seen him, Dana was still taken aback by not just his size, but his presence. Clive filled the room even when he was sitting behind his desk. His close-cropped red hair was sprinkled with gray, but he looked younger than his fifty-odd years by a decade. The ex-college football players neck was almost as wide as his head and his shoulders bigger than her refrigerator. Shed known him long enough not to be intimidated by his appearance, but she never liked being on the receiving end of his formidable temper. Fortunately, since she never missed deadlines and always gave him more than he asked for, his ire was rarely directed at her.

  “ I need a favor, Dana said, hoping the fact that she never asked for one would make up for her going outside channels. “Some idiot pulled my name out of a hat and assigned me to do a celebrity personal for the next couple of weeks. I need you to get me out of it. Things are really heating up over

  “ Im the idiot, Clive growled.

  Dana stared. “You? Why? Why would you do this to me? You know Im not

  “ The White House called, Barnett. You know, the place on Pennsylvania Avenue where the president of the United States lives?

  She gritted her teeth. “Ive seen it.

  “ Then you probably also know that we try to be accommodating when the chief of staff over there asks us for a favor, Clive said sarcastically.

  “ I get that part, Dana said. “I understand politics, even though its not my favorite game. She ran her hand through her hair. “But Jesus Christ, Clive. Me?

  He regarded her impassively.

  Dana narrowed her eyes, searching her mind for what she was missing. Then she shook her head in disgust. “Obviously sleeping on the floor of a transport plane jarred something loose between my ears. Its about me being a lesbian, right?

  “ That wasnt mentioned.

  “ It didnt need to be. She jammed her hands in her pockets and turned in a tight circle, wishing there were room to pace. She should be more bothered that shed been chosen for an assignment for no other reason than the fact she slept with women. Then she thought of the society reporters and couldnt help but laugh despite her irritation. “Wouldnt Priscilla Reynolds just lov
e this assignment.

  The corner of Clives mouth twitched, as if he were actually about to smile. Priscilla prided herself on being the first to know everything that was newsworthy about everyone on the Hill. Rumor had it a lot of her information came from pillow talk, and she was unabashedly outspoken about her aversion to gays and lesbians. On the rare occasions when Dana and Priscilla ran into each other, Priscilla acted as if Dana had a contagious disease.

  “ A newspaper doesnt turn down an offer for exclusive coverage, especially not when its something this big. Clive passed a sheet of paper across the desk. “This is a preliminary guest list.

  Dana scanned it. It was shorter than she might have expected, but despite the public announcements regarding the event, she suspected that the presidents daughter wanted as much privacy as possible. She recognized quite a few of the names. One stood out and she raised an eyebrow. “Emory Constantine? The stem cell researcher?

  Clive nodded. “The elusive Dr. Constantine. The one who doesnt give interviews and has almost as many security guards as Blair Powell. Since the attack on her in Boston last month, the Johnson Foundation has been locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Theres a story there, and I want you to get it.

  “ Theres talk that the foundation is doing more than just basic biological research. Dana handed the list back to Clive. “As in biological warfare.

  “ If they are, no ones talking about it. Maybe you can change that. He rolled his massive shoulders. “Dr. Constantine apparently likes the ladies.

  Dana snorted. “Well then, I sure as hell dont qualify. She folded her arms. “And I dont get my stories in the bedroom.

  “ I dont care how you get the story. Just get it. He pointed to the door. “Now get out. Im busy trying to figure out how to pay your salary next year.

  “ Have you factored in a raise? When Clive placed both hands flat on the desk as if he were about to get up, Dana backed toward the door. “Im going.

  “ Make sure you get your ass on a plane to Manhattan.

  “ Yes, boss, Dana muttered as she let the door close on her last hope of reprieve. “Crap.