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  She’d been right; he was afraid to take the chance, afraid to leave himself open to more hurt. But he was hurting anyway. He’d be a fool if he let her get away.

  But first there were old rifts to try to heal.

  He loved his parents, and he knew they loved him, but they were simple people, living close to the earth, and he’d turned into someone they didn’t recognize. His sister was a pretty, blond woman, content with her job at the local library, her quiet husband, and her three children. It had been a couple of years since he’d even seen his nephew and two nieces. When he’d stopped by the year before to tell his parents that he’d retired and had bought a farm in Tennessee, they’d all been so uncomfortable that he’d stayed for only a few hours, and had left without seeing Rae, or the kids.

  So he drove down to Georgia, and stood on the weathered old porch, knocking on the door of the house where he’d grown up. His mother came to the door, wiping her hands on her apron. It was close to noon; as always, as it had been from the time he could remember, she was cooking lunch for his father. But they didn’t call it lunch in this part of the country; the noon meal was dinner, and the evening meal was supper.

  Surprise lit her honey-brown eyes, the eyes that were so like his, only darker. “Why, son, this is a surprise. What on earth are you knocking for? Why didn’t you just come in?”

  “I didn’t want to get shot,” he said honestly.

  “Now, you know I don’t let your daddy keep a gun in the house. The only gun is that old shotgun, out in the barn. What makes you say a thing like that?” Turning, she went back to the kitchen, and he followed. Everything in the old frame house was familiar, as familiar to him as his own face.

  He settled his weight in one of the straight chairs that were grouped around the kitchen table. This was the table he’d eaten at as a boy. “Mama,” he said slowly, “I’ve been shot at so much that I guess I think that’s the normal way of things.”

  She was still for a moment, her head bent; then she resumed making her biscuits. “I know, son. We’ve always known. But we didn’t know how to reach you, how to bring you back to us again. You was still a boy when you left, but you came back a man, and we didn’t know how to talk to you.”

  “There wasn’t any talking to me. I was still too raw, too wild. But the farm that I bought, up in Tennessee…it’s helped.”

  He didn’t have to elaborate, and he knew it. Grace Sullivan had the simple wisdom of people who lived close to the land. She was a farm girl, had never pretended to be anything else, and he loved her because of it.

  “Will you stay for dinner?”

  “I’d like to stay for a couple of days, if I won’t be messing up any plans.”

  “Grant Sullivan, you know your daddy and I don’t have any plans to go off gallivanting anywhere.”

  She sounded just like she had when he had been five years old and had managed to get his clothes dirty as fast as she could put them on him. He remembered how she’d looked then, her hair dark, her face smooth and young, her honey-gold eyes sparkling at him.

  He laughed, because everything was getting better, and his mother glanced at him in surprise. It had been twenty years since she’d heard her son laugh. “That’s good,” he said cheerfully. “Because it’ll take me at least that long to tell you about the woman I’m going to marry.”

  “What!” She whirled on him, laughing, too. “You’re pulling my leg! Are you really going to get married? Tell me about her!”

  “Mama, you’ll love her,” he said. “She’s nuts.”

  * * *

  HE’D NEVER THOUGHT that finding her would be so hard. Somehow he’d thought that it would be as simple as calling her father and getting her address from him, but he should have known. With Jane, nothing was ever as it should be.

  To begin with, it took him three days to get in touch with her father. Evidently her parents had been out of town, and the housekeeper either hadn’t known where Jane was, or she’d been instructed not to give out any information. Considering Jane’s circumstances, he thought it was probably the latter. So he cooled his heels for three days until he was finally able to speak to her father, but that wasn’t much better.

  “She’s in Europe,” James explained easily enough. “She stayed here for about a week, then took off again.”

  Grant felt like cursing. “Where in Europe?”

  “I don’t really know. She was vague about it. You know Jane.”

  He was afraid that he did. “Has she called?”

  “Yes, a couple of times.”

  “Mr. Hamilton, I need to talk to her. When she calls again, would you find out where she is and tell her to stay put until I get in touch?”

  “That could be a couple of weeks. Jane doesn’t call regularly. But if it’s urgent, you may know someone who knows exactly where she is. She did mention that she’s talked to a friend of yours…let’s see, what was his name?”

  “Sabin,” Grant supplied, grinding his teeth in rage.

  “Yes, that’s it. Sabin. Why don’t you give him a call? It may save you a lot of time.”

  Grant didn’t want to call Kell; he wanted to see him face to face and strangle him. Damn him! If he’d recruited Jane into that gray network…!

  He was wasting time and money chasing over the country after her, and his temper was short when he reached Virginia. He didn’t have the clearance to go in, so he called Kell directly. “Sullivan. Clear me through. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  “Grant—”

  Grant hung up, not wanting to hear it over the phone.

  Ten minutes later he was leaning over Kell’s desk. “Where is she?”

  “Monte Carlo.”

  “Damn it!” he yelled, pounding his fist on the desk. “How could you drag her into this?”

  “I didn’t drag her,” Kell said coolly, his dark eyes watchful. “She called me. She said she’d noticed something funny and thought I might like to know. She was right; I was highly interested.”

  “How could she call you? Your number isn’t exactly listed.”

  “I asked her the same thing. It seems she was standing beside you when you called me from Dallas.”

  Grant swore, rubbing his eyes. “I should have known. I should have been expecting it after she hot-wired that truck. She watched me do it, just once, then did it herself the next time.”

  “If it’s any consolation, she didn’t get it exactly right. She remembered the numbers, but not the right order. She told me I was the fifth call she’d placed.”

  “Oh, hell. What kind of situation is she in?”

  “A pretty explosive one. She’s stumbled across a high-rolling counterfeiter. He has some high-quality plates of the pound, the franc and several denominations of our currency. He’s setting up the deal now. Some of our comrades are very interested.”

  “I can imagine. Just what does she think she can do?”

  “She’s going to try to steal the plates.”

  Grant went white. “And you were going to let her?”

  “Damn it, Grant!” Kell exploded. “It’s not a matter of letting her and you know it! The problem is stopping her without tipping the guy off and sending him so deep underground we can’t find him. I’ve got agents tiptoeing all around her, but the guy thinks he’s in love with her, and his buyer has watchdogs sniffing around, and we simply can’t snatch her without blowing the whole thing sky high!”

  “All right, all right. I’ll get her out of it.”

  “How?” Kell demanded.

  “I’ll get the plates myself, then jerk her out of there and make damned certain she never calls you again!”

  “I would deeply appreciate it,” Kell said. “What are you going to do with her?”

  “Marry her.”

  Something lightened in Kell’s dark face, and he leaned back in his chair, looping his hands behind his head. “Well, I’ll be damned. Do you know what you’re getting into? That woman doesn’t think like most people.”

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