Why didn’t you find the terrorist in Dindi?”
“I found one of them and what I found there led me back here.”
TJ sucked in a breath. “Here? In the Rayburn Building?” Her head moved from side to side.
“That’s what it looks like.” He stepped forward and reached for her hands, catching himself before he actually touched her. His hands fell to his sides. “We need to find all those responsible.”
“I lost my boss and a couple of friends in that bombing.” She looked as if she was going to add to that, but she clamped her lips shut and wrapped her arms around her midsection.
“I lost a good friend.” Sean shoved a hand through his hair and stared at her. “That’s why I’m here.”
Her brow knitted in a frown. “You think someone in the Rayburn Building was responsible? A member or staffer?”
“Maybe. That’s what I hope to find out.”
“That would explain why the CIA were crawling all over Crane’s office earlier today.”
Sean nodded.
TJ’s eyes narrowed again. “And in the meantime, I don’t suppose you plan to keep me in the picture? No updates on your progress?”
He shook his head. “Knowing too much and snooping around could be dangerous.”
“Bull. Like Dindi wasn’t dangerous?”
“No kidding, TJ. Whoever funded that could be here and, who knows, might plan another incident.”
“And you want me to just stand by and watch it happen?” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
He stared down into her eyes. “TJ, I need you to stay out of it. Don’t ask questions.” He didn’t have time to monitor her efforts. He had to remain focused on the goal.
“How do you plan on finding this person? You don’t even know anyone here.”
“For starters, I need you to play dumb about knowing me.”
“I don’t have to play dumb. I never knew you.”
That hurt, but Sean pushed on. “Do I have your promise to keep my identity to yourself?”
She hesitated. “I don’t feel right about it. You could be the bad guy.”
“Do you really think that?” He reached out and captured her hands, drawing her closer. “Do you really think I could bomb an embassy?” Staring down into her face, he could have fallen into those liquid brown eyes and forgotten what he was all about. But he needed her promise.
She didn’t meet his eyes, her gaze falling short to somewhere around his mouth. Her tongue darted out and slid across her bottom lip. “I don’t know.”
“Trust me, TJ,” he whispered, his mouth drawn to hers. When his lips claimed hers, he forgot his original question, forgot why he was here. All thought focused on kissing TJ Barton as though yesterday and tomorrow didn’t exist.
Pulling back cost him, but eventually he did. “Do I have your promise?”
Brown eyes gazed up at him, glazed and unfocused. Then she stepped out of his arms and ran her hands over her skirt; bright spots of red highlighted her cheekbones. “I’ll keep your secret for now. But, if I find you doing anything funny, I’ll sic every cop in the Capitol complex on your butt.”
“Define funny.”
“Wiring the place for bombs, holding anyone hostage, you know, the usual terrorist activities.”
He held up his hand. “I promise, no funny stuff.”
“And one other thing…”
This one was going to be big if her pause was any indication. Sean breathed in, then out. “Okay, shoot.”
“Promise me you won’t kiss me again.”
AFTER SEAN LEFT, TJ collapsed in the chair behind her desk and stared at the closed door.
What the hell? Her head spun and her gut ached as if she’d been sucker punched. Sucker was the word for it. She’d spent the last four weeks mourning the death of a man who never died. Had she really fallen in love with a man she’d known only two weeks? A man she hadn’t known at all?
If only she’d known he hadn’t died.
While she’d tossed, turned and barely slept from the nightmares, the louse had been alive. She smacked her palm on the desktop.
“Should I come back later?” Gordon Harris stood in the doorway, his brows high on his forehead.
TJ had been so deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard the door open. “No, no, come in.” She waved him in. She’d be damned if Sean McNeal got another minute of her thoughts. “What are you doing here so late?”
“I should ask you the same question.” He dug in his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. “I forgot to leave the Budget Committee report and Representative Crane’s changes to the speech for the Daughters of the American Revolution. Had to cut my dinner short when Malone called to remind me.” He hesitated. “But if you’d rather wait, I could come back tomorrow when you don’t look like you’re going to bite my head off.”
“I won’t bite your head off. Let me see those.” She held out her hand, her fingers wiggling impatiently.
“Okay, okay. Give me a second to get organized.” As Gordon riffled through the stack of papers, Sean walked by the door behind him.
The way her pulse quickened brought back memories of the first time she’d met Sean when she’d been scouting Conbanau prior to Congressman Haddock’s visit.
Oh, how gullible she’d been. Was that what she was now?
So much for not giving the man another moment of her thoughts. He was in the same building. She couldn’t ignore him. Hell, she felt compelled to keep an eye on him to make sure she wasn’t harboring a criminal.
Gordon followed her gaze, turning to see what she was staring at.
He laid the papers in her in-box and straightened. “What’s up with you?”
Her brain wasn’t engaged in Gordon’s words and she shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Huh?”
“I said, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” A ghost just came to life and I’m supposed to pretend he didn’t. Other than that, nothing. What bothered her more was that kiss. If only he hadn’t kissed her. Her lips still tingled from the contact. That spark was still there, damn it! He was a liar and a fake. She shouldn’t have any other feelings than contempt for the man calling himself John Newman. Anger boiled within. Not so much at Sean, but at herself for falling right back into his charade.
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