Release. Jo Leigh

glasses wouldn’t convince a stranger that she was a brilliant chemist.

      He’d be the first to admit that he hadn’t been around many scientists in his life. His line of work lent itself more toward dictators and mercenaries. But he knew that Tam was not someone he’d have picked to be the brains of the operation. Like most sexist-pig men, he’d have pegged her as the saucy secretary or the babe on the payroll because she’d slept with the boss.

      She’d disabused him of that notion the day they’d met.

      “I’m not sniffing anything. You’ve been cooped up down here for too long. You need to get out. Have a beer. Laugh a little.”

      “I’m too close, Nate. I’m not going to take any chances now.”

      “I’m not asking you if you want to fly to Paris, Tam. Dinner. Even you have to eat.”

      “I eat just fine.”

      “MREs. Frozen dinners. That’s no way to live.”

      “I’ll live when I have the disbursement system ready to go.”

      He wanted to argue, but it was useless. She was an incredibly stubborn woman, and since he’d known her, she’d gotten her way in every single dispute. Except for that first one. She’d wanted to stay, convinced the government would be crazy to destroy the only hopes of an antidote to the nerve gas. In truth, it hadn’t been him who’d persuaded her. The first bomb had done that.

      “How come Kate didn’t come with you?”

      “She’s working on the ledgers from Kosovo. It’s coming along, but slowly. She can only work on it at night. She’s got that waitress gig at the IHOP.”

      Tam put down her clipboard and leaned against a large cabinet full of test results. “She likes this cop Vince, huh?”

      “He’s a good guy. He’s been a real help since Seth was shot.”

      “How is Seth?”

      Nate rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble of another ten-hour workday. “Physically he’s improving, but he’s still in a major depression.”

      “That’s only to be expected.”

      “It’s still tough. The guy’s been in the service since he got out of college. And he was in the ROTC before that. All he knows is fighting.”

      “They’re doing amazing things with prosthetics now. In a few years, he’ll be able to do almost anything he could with his real hand. He just needs to be patient.”

      “Patient? Seth? Not gonna happen.”

      “He has no choice, though, does he?”

      “You’re right about that. I just feel bad for the guy.”

      “I feel bad for all of us.” Her head went down and she sighed loudly. “I’m so tired. I just want my life back, you know? I want to go to a movie. I want to sleep late and go on dates and shop for shoes. But every time I try to slack off, this major wave of guilt hits me. What if they use the weapon today? What if a village is massacred while I’m watching TV?”

      “You can only do what you can do. One step at a time. But it’s important for you to take some breaks. This pace is going to kill you.”

      “I exercise on the treadmill. I take vitamins. I’m fine.”

      “You’re pale as a ghost. You need to get outside more.”

      “It’s almost ten o’clock.”

      “I wasn’t just talking about tonight.”

      “Soon. I promise.” She sighed.

      “Do you need anything else?”

      “A team of graduate students would be nice.”

      “Anything I can get you?”

      “No,” she said, smiling just a bit.

      “That’s a good look on you.”

      She frowned, looking down at her lab coat. “This?”

      “The smile.”

      “Sweet but unnecessary. I’m fine. I’m not going completely nuts yet. And, as I’ve mentioned, I’m close.”

      He nodded, getting the hint. “Fine. I’m out of here. But don’t be surprised to see me Friday.”

      “I’ll have to remember to look at a calendar.”

      “Do that.” He touched her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s not all going to go to hell if you have a nice dinner.”

      “Sweet man, it’s already gone to hell.”

      He couldn’t argue with that.