As she turned away, the rear door opened and John Fielding climbed out. She nodded to him. 'Fielding.'
'Commander,' he rejoined before heading off to find his way back to the hotel.
Guided by starlight, she and Blair crossed the sidewalk and climbed down to the beach, then walked a hundred yards over the sandy soil toward the bay. As they drew close to the water's edge, Cam pointed toward a projecting outcropping of stone.
'This looks good.'
Taking Blair's hand, she led her around the far side of the rocks and settled onto the hard-packed earth, pulling Blair down beside her. The surf was only a few yards away, tossing ghostly fingers of froth up onto the moonlit sand. The salt spray rapidly misted their skin, and in the middle of the night, the air was chilly, even in August.
'You cold?' Cam asked, her back against the stone. Their location was isolated from view of the car, and no one could approach them without being seen by the agents stationed on the road above. It was at once private and secure.
'No, not with you here.' Blair settled against Cam's right side, her arm circling Cam's waist, her head nestled on Cam's shoulder. 'If I didn't know better, I'd think you had practice at this kind of thing.'
'Oh? What kind of thing would that be?'
'Eluding the Secret Service.'
'Ah. Ihave been giving it some thought,' Cam murmured, pressing her lips to Blair's temple. 'I didn't sleepall the way herethe rest of the time I thought about you.'
'They've got to be wondering,' Blair said quietly, tugging Cam's shirttail free from the waistband of her trousers and slipping her hand beneath, resting her palm on the warm skin of her abdomen.
'I'm sure they arebut you needn't worry about it.' As she followed wisps of clouds streaking across the face of the moon, she thought how much better it was to be watching the sky with Blair beside her. DC seemed a world away. Slowly, she stroked the length of Blair's bare arm, fingertips lightly tracing the firm muscles. 'Blair, you're the President's daughter. That works for us as much as it works against us. The Secret Service has a long legacy of silence when it comes to protecting the privacy of the President and that extends to his family. My agents will not betray you.'
'It's not me I care about.' She traced a rib, smoothing her fingertips over the scar.It's you. It's my father .
'I know that. ButI care about you.' Cam tightened her hold on her, shifting on the sand until her chest and thighs were pressed to Blair's. 'If and when you want to share your personal life with the world, it should be your choice. And it shouldn't be the fodder for anyone else's political agenda.'
'Mypersonal life has a lot to do with you,' Blair whispered, just before her lips found Cam's and she lost her words in the warm welcome of Cam's mouth.
'Yeah,' Cam agreed a lifetime later when she finally thought to breathe again. 'But no one will care about me'
'People in DCat Treasury-could make it difficult for you.'
People like Doyle, maybe. Cam shrugged and drew her finger along the edge of Blair's jaw. 'I'm not worried about that.'
'Then what are you worried about?' Blair asked suddenly, leaning back enough to study Cam's face. In the slanting shadows cast by starlight off the water, the sharp angles and planes were even more strikingly handsome. Her voice suddenly thick, she asked softly, 'What happened in DC the last two days?'
Cam sighed. 'You don't give up, do you?'
'If I did,' Blair said as she moved her hand to the inside of Cam's thigh, stroking upward along the thin material of her trousers, 'we wouldn't be here right now.'
'True.' Cam lifted her hips into Blair's palm as the teasing touch turned firmer, more insistent. 'Itwas mostly routine, but with something this criticalwith agents down and a high-profile target like...' She hesitated, realizing how clinical her words sounded. Blair's hand stopped moving, then drew away.
'Like me?'
'Yes,' Cam admitted with a sigh. 'Like you. It has to be looked at carefully.'
'So is it over? Are you okay?'
Cam hesitated. 'I don't know yet.' She found Blair's hand and placed it back on her thigh. 'But when I do know, I'll tell you.'
'Good,' Blair murmured, leaning close again, finding the heat high between Cam's legs. Her breath caught at way her lover's body surged in answer to her touch. 'I love the way you feel,' she whispered. 'I want to be all over you, inside you - I feel like I could swallow you whole.'
As she spoke, her fingers found what she was seeking through the folds of material, and she squeezed Cam's clitoris lightly. 'I could start with this.'
Cam's body grew weak, and if she hadn't been sitting, she probably would have fallen down. 'Ah, hell. We can'there.'
'Mmm, I know. But, God, I want to.'
'Uh huh, that makes two of us,' Cam muttered, wondering if she could possibly stay awake long enough, because it wouldn't take much. Her blood was raging but her mind was on the verge of shutting down. 'BlairI'm...'
'What?'
'I'm beatI don't think I can.'
Blair sat up, instantly serious. 'Let's go.'
'I'm sorry, I-'
Blair laughed, insinuating a hand behind her head and leaning over to kiss her. No less passionately, but with a definite sense of finality. When she pulled back, she said, 'Cam. You almost got blown up a few nights ago. You've been on your feet the better part of a week. You've got a concussion and God knows what else.'
Getting to her knees, Blair pushed back her hair with both hands and took a deep breath of the cool night air. 'Come along, Commander. I can wait.'
Cam caught her hand and held on, preventing her from rising. 'I'm not sureI can. I've missed you.'
'Oh,' Blair replied softly. 'I've missed you, too.'
She bent forward and kissed Cam, long and hard, then pushed quickly away and got to her feet. From a safe distance, she placed her hands on her hips and said mock-threateningly, «Ive never been known for my patience. Now, move it.
Laughing, her heart lighter than she could ever remember, Cam got to her feet and followed the retreating form of the First Daughter into the shadows.
***
Within minutes, they were both seated in the rear seat of the Suburban. Stark rode in the front passenger seat while Hernandez drove. Cam leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, Blair was gently shaking her shoulder.
'Commander, we're here.'
Disoriented, Cam jerked awake and looked rapidly out her window, body tense and battle ready. As soon as she recognized the unique architecture and topography of her mother's street, she relaxed perceptibly. Clearing her throat, she said hoarsely, 'Right.'
Stark opened Blair's door and held it as Blair stepped out. Cam exited on the other side of the vehicle and walked around to meet her, by which time Fernandez had joined them as well. The four of them moved up the sidewalk to Marcea's front door in a formation so practiced it had become second nature. A dim light glowed through the windows of the first floor living room fronting the street, and Cam smiled to herself at the welcoming beacon. Shed rarely had time to visit her mothers home, but it was the only place on the planet where she ever felt truly at ease.
Stark unlocked the door and preceded the small group into the still house. As soon as the door closed behind them, she and Hernandez moved quietly away to perform their routine house check. Cam and Blair climbed the stairs leading from the far side of the living room to the second floor. They stopped in the hallway at the end farthest from Marcea's bedroom.
'I guess I won't be sleeping with you tonight,' Blair said with resignation as she ran her fingers lightly down
