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  Oh, she hadn’t gone so far as to think he was in love with her, but she had still thought he cared, at least a little. But she had been confusing sexual technique with emotions. He had none, at least none that she could reach. He was always controlled, his inner self firmly locked away from everyone except his immediate family. She was beginning to see the wisdom of that. Right now she would give anything if her own emotions had been that protected, so she wouldn’t be about to collapse and curl up in a fetal knot from the pain of it. She would do so if she thought it would ease the pain, but she knew it wouldn’t. There was no ease.

  Perhaps when he knew the truth he would expect to continue their affair as if nothing had happened. Caroline tried to imagine how she would handle the situation if he did, but she simply couldn’t bring anything to mind.

  Nor could she imagine continuing to work here, seeing him every day. She had always been right, after all, never to become involved with anyone. The first time she had done so had certainly been a disaster. So now she either had to do the unthinkable and somehow manage to survive working with him, or she had to ruin her professional reputation by asking to be taken off the project.

  It looked as if her work would be all she had, so she’d be damned if she would throw that away just because of a man, even if that man was Colonel Joe Mackenzie. If it took every ounce of strength she had, she would finish this damn project. She would talk with him about work. She would even be polite. But there was no way she would ever risk opening her heart to him again. She simply couldn’t afford the pain. This was already costing her almost more than she could bear, and the ordeal had just begun.

  “Cal Gilchrist categorically denies finding her ID card under her desk,” Hodge told Joe later. It was almost midnight, but there was no possibility of sleep in sight. “He says she called him early Friday morning and asked him to walk her to the building because she thought someone had followed her the morning before and it made her nervous. He says he also went inside with her for a quick check of the building, then returned to his quarters to shower and shave.”

  Joe’s face was stony. He hadn’t allowed himself to hope that Gilchrist would verify everything she had said. It would have been asking for too much, when the sensors had plainly placed her there when she shouldn’t have been.

  “Then why use him for an alibi? She must have known he wouldn’t cover for her.”

  “Maybe not. Evidently they’re fairly good friends. Certainly Adrian Pendley wouldn’t have gone a single step out of his way for her. And maybe she and Gilchrist had something going on in the past, for her to feel confident he would protect her if he could.”

  “No.” At least he was certain about that. Caroline had never been intimate with anyone but him. Before Ivan could question him on his certainty Joe asked, “What about Korleski? Did they discuss the possibility that the problem was with the computer program?”

  “Yes. She told the truth right down the line with that. He verified that she’s the one who suggested the program be checked. He was also vehement that she wouldn’t sabotage a project so she could have the credit of saving it. Neither did he believe she would do it for money.”

  “Did he think anyone else on the laser team would do it for either money or prestige?” Joe asked.

  Ivan shook his head.

  “How do the rest of them check out?”

  “It’ll take time to reverify everything, but all of them are spotless. I never would have suspected her if it hadn’t been for the entrance and exit records.”

  Joe could understand that. He never would have suspected her, either, but then, he hadn’t been able to see past his own obsession with her. All he’d been able to think about was getting her in bed and burying himself in that sweet body. Now he had to wonder how much of it had been calculated, if she had indeed been so attracted to him that she’d given up her virginity to him with hardly a thought or if she had done it…God, what possible reason was there for making love with him the way she had, other than desire? No, she hadn’t come on to him in an attempt to find out classified information on Night Wing or to use him for protection if she were caught. She hadn’t needed him to find out anything; she had access to all the information she wanted. And it was simply too iffy to assume he would protect her just because he’d slept with her. Caroline had wanted him. Even if he couldn’t trust anything else about her, he could trust that.

  So what did he do now? He’d never before been so enraged and…hurt. He might as well admit it. This had been like taking a roundhouse to the gut. Nobody had ever gotten to him the way Caroline had, with her uncomplicated fierceness. She had been forthright and brutally honest, without any hidden agenda or stratagems. He wanted to be able to step back from the situation and look at it without emotion, but he couldn’t.

  He’d never felt about any aircraft the way he felt about Night Wing. It was special. It was more than special. It was history in the making, pure magic in the air. He would give his own life unhesitatingly to protect those planes, because they were necessary to protect his country. Simple patriotism, pure love for those birds. They were his.

  And he’d considered Caroline his, too. His woman.

  If the choice had been simply between Caroline and the aircraft, he would have chosen Caroline. He might despise himself for it, but he couldn’t have stood by and let her be harmed. But between Caroline and his country… There was no choice. There couldn’t be. He couldn’t let there be. No matter how fierce and gutsy she was, no matter how she challenged him on a level no one else ever had before and threw herself without restraint into the battle. She hadn’t let him be gentle when he’d taken her for the first time; she had insisted on receiving his full strength and had met him with her own. Caroline met life head-on, without wavering.

  He paused in his thoughts, a tiny frown puckering his eyebrows. Caroline didn’t seem the type to sneak around in the dark. Maybe he hadn’t known her as well as he’d thought, but he would have sworn there wasn’t a devious bone in her body.

  He wanted to see her. He wanted to ask her some questions one on one, without anyone else in the room to buffer them. He would get the truth out of her come hell or high water.

  Chapter 11

  He had intended to go straight to her quarters, but he stopped halfway there and detoured to his own quarters in the BOQ instead. He was too angry to face her now, especially in the temporary civilian housing where there would be too many onlookers who didn’t need to know any of what was going on.

  He didn’t think he’d ever been this angry before, but then, he’d never been betrayed like this before. Damn it, why would she do something like that? It had to be money, but he’d never understood the mentality that could view treason as just another financial opportunity.

  Treason. The word reverberated through his consciousness. If she were charged and convicted, she would likely spend the rest of her natural life behind bars, without possibility of parole.

  He would never make love to her again. The thought made him erupt with fury, and he restlessly paced the small confines of his quarters. One weekend hadn’t been enough. He doubted that a thousand weekends would be enough to get her out of his system. Nor could he let himself forget that he had made love to her twice without protection. Despite her assurances that the timing was wrong, she could be pregnant.

  Hell, what a mess! If she was pregnant…There wasn’t any use in borrowing trouble; he’d know soon enough. But what would he do if she was carrying his child? There still wasn’t any way he could keep her out of prison.

  That was assuming she would even tell him. By the time she had left his office that night she had refused to even look at him. He’d been watching her, trying to read her reactions, and all of a sudden she had started withdrawing. He’d seen it happen right in front of his eyes. It was as if a light had been quenched. All the vitality, the responsiveness, the incredible energy of her, had vanished, and all that had been left was a frozen mannequin of a woman who had answere