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Steve started to speak, but decided against telling her what he'd been about to sav. "You'll understand
evervthing in a day or two. Just a few loose ends to wrap up, now that Lang's precipitated things. Don't
worn. You're all right now."
"Whenever I'm with you, I'm all right."
"Are you?" he asked dryly. "I wonder."
She drew back and smiled up at him. "Good night, Steven."
He stuck his hands into his pockets with a long sigh. "Under different circumstances, it would have
been a hell of a night," he remarked. He studied her long and hard. "You're lovely, Meg, and much
more than just physically pretty. I don't know why I ever let you go."
"You didn't feel safe with me. You still don't, do you?"
"You were a career ballerina," he reminded her.
"I was an idiot," she replied. "I didn't know you at all, Steven. I was young and silly and I never looked
below the surface to see what things and people really were. You were afraid of involvement. Maybe I
was, too. I ran for safety."
"You weren't the only one." His eyes narrowed. "But I get homicidal when you're threatened "he said
quietly."Andyvou get hysterical when I am,"he added. "Don't you think it's a little late for either of us
to worry about getting involved now?"
She smiled ruefully. "We're involved already."
"To the back teeth," he agreed. He drew in a long breath. "In more ways than one "he added with a
quick glance at her belly.
She laughed. "I was so afraid of it four years ago," she said softly. "And now, I go to bed and dream
about it."
His hands clenched in his pockets. He searched her eyes closely. "It would really mean the loss of any
hope of a career, even if your ankle heals finally," he said. "How could you take a child with you to
New York while you rehearse and dance? How could you hope to raise it by long distance?"
"I thought I might teach ballet, here in Wichita," she began slowly. "It's something I know very well,
and there are two other retired ballerinas in town who worked with me when I was younger. I could
get a loan from the bank and find a vacant studio."
Lights blazed in his eyes. "Meg!" he groaned softly. He bent and kissed her, his mouth slow and
tender.
She was stunned. Why, he didn't mind! When he drew back, the radiance in his face stopped her heart.
"I could help you look for a studio," he said, his voice deep and hesitant. "As for the financing, I could
stake you at a lower interest than you could get from the bank. The rest of it would be your project."
"Oh, Steven!"
He began to smile. He lifted her by the waist and held her close. "Wouldn't you pine for the Broadway
stage?"
"Not if I can work at something I love and still live with you," she said simply. "I never dreamed you'd
accept it."
His eyes blazed into hers. "Didn't you?"
Her arms looped around his neck and she put her mouth softly over his, kissing him with growing
hunger. He tried to draw back and her arms contracted. "Kiss me," she whispered huskily, and opened
her mouth. He made a sound that echoed in the quiet hall and she felt his tongue probing quickly,
deeply, into the darkest reaches of her mouth while her body throbbed with sudden passion.
There was a ringing sound somewhere in the background that Steve and Meg were much too involved
to hear.
A minute later there was a discreet cough behind them. Steve drew back and looked blindly over
Meg's shoulder, his mouth swollen, his tall body faintly tremulous.
"That was Lang," David said with barely contained amusement. "He said to tell you that there's a
surveillance camera in the hall and the other agents are discussing film rights."
Steve dropped Meg to her feet. He glared around at the ceiling. "Damn you, Lang!"
Meg leaned against Steve, laughing. "He's incorrigible. One day we'll hear that someone has
suspended him over a pond of piranhas at the end of a burning rope."
"Please, give them some more ideas," Steve pleaded, glancing up again.
"Do you really think there are any they haven't already entertained? They're highly trained after all,
right, Lang?" Meg called with a wicked grin.
Steve muttered something, dropped a quick kiss on Meg's lips and left the house.
The office was buzzing with excitement the next morning, all about the wild chase and the capture of
enemy agents. Daphne had told half the people in the building, apparently, because Steve got wry
grins everywhere he went.
Ahmed came in late in the morning, surrounded by his bodyguards. He looked a little pale and drawn,
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