about whether or not she wanted to keep shopping in a riot district.

Finally she glanced up at him, but only for a split second.

“Well …” Then in a rush, “Thank you, Mr. Christopher, I’d appreciate it.” She looked down the street. “I’d feel better with some company… to the station, I mean.”

He grinned. “Please. Call me Tony. The only time I’m called Mr. Christopher is when I’ve screwed up. It has negative connotations for me.”

That got her. Anne laughed lightly. “Okay, Tony, lead on.” He decided he liked the way she said his name. She gave it a musical quality somehow, or maybe it was just the faint hint of a Southern drawl.

Anne considered the man beside her as they walked. She didn’t particularly mind his putting the moves on her. He was a pilot, after all. She did mind his assuming that she’d automatically be charmed by his looks and his line.

Still, he had gotten her out of a bad spot, and he was being polite, almost courtly. As they talked, his manner changed her initial feelings. His freshness and honesty made it hard for her to hold anything against him.

They headed south down the Insa-Dong, walking past the still-shuttered shop windows at a rapid clip. Tony didn’t want to spend any more time in the area than he absolutely had to.

Anne didn’t have any trouble keeping up with him, and Tony found himself admiring her graceful stride out of the corner of his eye.

The streets were still quiet, but after a few blocks they began seeing a few other cautious pedestrians going about their business. Finally they came to a block where the shops were unshuttered, and Tony felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Without realizing it he slowed down.

He nodded at the store windows filled with beautifully painted screens and elegant furniture. “Hardly seems like we’re in the same country, does it?”

Anne followed his glance. “No. I don’t know how they can do it. How can they just pretend nothing’s happened?”

Tony shrugged. He liked the Koreans he’d met so far during his tour. They were tough, hardworking, and friendly. But there was no getting around the fact that they belonged to a completely different culture. Things that struck Americans as wildly out of kilter often seemed normal to Koreans and vice versa. Take the time that Korean pilot had tried to persuade him to order marinated dog for example. Tony’s stomach, already unsettled by the tear gas, rebelled at the thought. Whoops.

Don’t lose it, son, he warned himself. He had a hunch he wouldn’t impress Anne very much by being sick all over the pavement in front of her.

And he suddenly realized, he did want to impress her. Well, why should that surprise him? After all, here he was ten thousand miles away from home, strolling along beside a pretty American woman. Hell, his wingman, Hooter, would probably have already gotten her address, phone number, and room key by now.

But then Hooter was a daredevil son of a bitch all the time — whether he was in the air or on the ground. Tony liked to think he was a bit more tactically minded.

They stopped at a cross-street, waiting for a break in the heavy traffic. That was reassuring. Where there were cars, there weren’t likely to be any demonstrations. Korean drivers didn’t like seeing their windshields smashed, and they seemed to have a sixth sense for staying out of trouble spots.

He heard a relieved sigh from Anne and smiled. “Yeah. I think we’re out of the danger zone now.” He paused, trying for just the right emphasis on the key words. “You know, I sure never expected a visit to Seoul to be more nerve-racking than a low-altitude dogfight.”

It was the second time that he had hinted about flying. She decided to rise to the bait. “Dogfight? Are you a pilot?”

They started across the street. Tony kept his voice casual. “Oh, yeah. I fly F-16s for the Air Force.” He waited, expectantly.

“Oh. That’s nice.” Anne looked both ways down the road, keeping an eye out for oncoming traffic.

That’s nice? That’s nice? Tony could hardly believe it. She sounded as if he’d just told her he was a plumber or something. But he had to laugh, mostly at himself. What did he expect her to do — faint dead away at being so near a real, live fighter pilot? Get a grip on yourself, guy.

He looked over sharply at Anne, but she had her eyes resolutely fixed on the pavement again. Damnit. Was she smiling? He couldn’t tell, and he couldn’t think of any clever way to find out. Damn, damn, and double damn.

He could see the subway station entrance just a block ahead when suddenly Anne’s head snapped up, her eyes wider than he’d ever seen them. She grabbed his elbow. “Did you hear that? That popping noise, just now.”

Popping noise? What the hell was she talking about? Then he heard it. A long, rolling series of muffled explosions — like cooking popcorn or a string of Chinese firecrackers. It was off to the west, toward the city center, but it was getting louder. The riot was moving back this way, nastier than ever.

He took Anne’s hand without even thinking about it. “C’mon.” They ran toward the subway station, jostled their way in with a crowd of Korean commuters, and took the down escalator two steps at a time. The station was noisy, crowded with Korean businessmen and shoppers heading home after a long day, but they could hear wailing police sirens rushing past on the street above them.

Tony kept hold of Anne’s hand until they pushed their way onto a packed subway car, along with most of the others who’d been lining the tracks. As the train pulled out, heading into the darkened subway tunnel, Anne pulled her hand away — gently but firmly.

The other passengers were restless and just as edgy as Tony and Anne. They’d heard the sirens, and many had heard the shooting off in the distance above the station. As they chattered back and forth in worried tones, Tony wished he’d learned more than phrase-book Korean.

Shit, he knew why they were worried. The train they were on was moving west — right toward the direction of the riot. Tony could have kicked himself. This was the right subway line to Seoul Station, but he could have gone around the other way. Now, he’d put both himself and Anne at risk just because he’d rushed onto the first damned train that came along.

He swore under his breath.

Anne heard him and leaned over. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t think either.” She was pale but seemed under control.

Tony felt a little better. He just hoped the train’s engineer knew what was going on aboveground.

The man must have, because he went rocketing through the next station, Chongak, without slowing. Tony could see the huge crowd waiting by the tracks frantically trying to wave the train down. But they were through and into the next dark tunnel in a matter of seconds. Once there, the subway train started slowing to a more normal speed. They must be past whatever was going on.

Tony pulled out his city guide. Chongak Station led out onto Sejong Street, wherever the hell that was. And there would only be one more stop before they got to the railroad station.

He looked over at Anne. “I’m supposed to get off at Seoul Station, but let me get you to your hotel, first.”

She got a strange look on her face. “My hotel?” She shook her head. “I’m not a tourist, I work in the logistics section at Yongsan.”

Yongsan. That was the main U.S. Forces military base in Seoul. Just who was Anne, some other officer’s wife? He risked a quick look at her hands. No, no rings. So what was she doing at Yongsan?

She must have read his mind. “I work there. For the Army.” It shouldn’t have, but that took Tony by surprise and it must have showed on his face. Anne frowned. “You’ve heard that some women are smart enough to make their own way in the world, I suppose.” She looked a little taken aback by what she’d said.

Oops. Where the hell was an ejection seat when you really needed one. How was he going to dig himself out of this hole?

The train stopped at the City Hall station, but no one got off and more people forced their way on board.

“Look, I’m sorry.” He stopped. Saying he was apologizing for not thinking she was smart enough to work for a living was a lot like being asked if you had stopped beating your wife. It was a no-win proposition.

He started over. “I’d like to get to know you better.” The train was starting to brake. His stop must be just ahead. Damn, there wasn’t time to do this with any finesse.

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