Romancing the Crown: Kate & Lucas. Justine Davis

      Yet when Sam looked at her, he saw the woman who had once writhed in his arms. He felt Florida breezes and smelled gardenias.

      She saluted Admiral Howe, giving him a crisp yet cordial greeting. She nodded politely to Sam, then gave the admiral her complete attention.

      Once again, Sam felt a twinge of irritation. She was behaving appropriately for the circumstances, so he couldn’t fault her for that. They were on duty. It wasn’t the place for familiarity.

      Yet they hadn’t been on duty the night before when he’d driven her to the hotel where they had their quarters, and she’d treated him the same way. The memory of their affair might have haunted him for five years, but it didn’t seem to have had any impact on Kate. She’d told him flat out last night that she wanted to leave the past in the past. And she’d returned the letters he’d sent years ago. When she’d said goodbye, she’d meant it.

      Why couldn’t he get that through his head? If her composure this morning was anything to go by, she had probably slept like a baby last night instead of being driven half nuts by dreams of hot sex.

      To his disbelief, Sam felt his body stir. She’d always been able to do that to him. The mere thought of what it was like to hold her body against his could make him break into a sweat.

      Deliberately, he moved his gaze away from Kate and concentrated on what the admiral was saying.

      “Lieutenant Mulvaney, I’d like to compliment you personally on your handling of the situation at the King Augustus Hospital yesterday,” Admiral Howe said. “King Marcus was very impressed with your conduct, both in apprehending Gretchen Hanson and in taking the initiative to ensure the welfare of the royal heir.”

      “Thank you, sir.”

      “I understand you assisted in the interrogation of Hanson afterward?”

      “Yes, sir. That is correct.”

      “Excellent. Then we can get down to business. Lieutenant Mulvaney, you are hereby removed from your current duties.”

      Kate blinked. “Sir?”

      “At King Marcus’s command, you are to assist in the coordination of the Montebellan security forces and the United States Navy in the search for Ursula Chambers.” The admiral leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers and turned his gaze to Sam. “Lieutenant Coburn, meet your new partner.”

      Chapter 4

      Wasn’t there a saying about no good deed going unpunished? The king had probably thought he was doing Kate a favor. In return for the way she had rescued his grandchild from the hospital flower bed, he evidently had decided to put in a good word for her with the admiral and recommend her for a plum assignment. Right. Some favor.

      Kate lengthened her stride as she crossed the base’s central square in an effort to work off her frustration. Seagulls cried overhead, riding the wind that swept in from the pier. She firmed her jaw at the noise. It was as if the fates were conspiring against her, refusing to let her forget and get on with her life.

      Seeing Sam and the baby, stirring up all those painful memories was bad enough, but she’d handled it, hadn’t she? How was she going to cope with seeing him every day? Working with him? Breathing his scent, hearing his voice, seeing his smile?

      Well, she wouldn’t have to worry about his smile. So far, he looked to be as pleased about their partnership as she was.

      “I’ve been given a place to set up a command center in the north building. I’m meeting the superintendent of the Montebellan police there in twenty minutes.” Sam touched her elbow as he changed direction. “Naturally I’ll include you in the meeting now.”

      She couldn’t help it, she flinched at his touch. “All right.”

      “Before he gets here, I need to ask you something.”

      “What?”

      They had reached the building on the north side of the square. When the Montebellans had deeded this enclave to the U.S. Navy, they had stipulated that any structures had to reflect the character of the local architecture. Although this building housed an efficient complex of modern offices, the long windows, slate roof and iron-trimmed wooden entrance doors gave it the flavor of a Mediterranean villa.

      Instead of going through those doors, Sam detoured to a corner that was shielded from sight by a large cedar tree. He stopped and turned to face her. “Are you going to have a problem working with me, Kate?”

      Leave it to Sam to tackle the issue head-on. She kept her gaze on the top button of his khaki shirt. “No,” she lied. “I’m grateful for the king’s notice. This assignment is bound to look good on my record, so of course I don’t object to it.”

      “That’s not what I meant. Will it bother you to be my partner?”

      “I wouldn’t expect to be in charge, since you were the one who was called in for this project first.” She paused. “Do you have a problem working with a partner?”

      “No, I can use all the help I can get.”

      “Fine.” She started to move past him, but he didn’t budge.

      “Kate, I’m not talking about our work, I’m talking about us.”

      “There’s nothing to talk about.”

      “Given our past association, I thought you might feel awkward about taking this assignment.”

      Her gaze went from his shirt to his throat. And she thought about how that hollow at the base had tasted. She fought the urge to lick her lips. “Thank you for your concern, Sam, but as you said, our association was in the past. And I want to leave it there.”

      “Right. That’s what you told me yesterday.”

      “I wouldn’t let my personal business interfere with my duty.”

      “You never did.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “Your career always came first.”

      That’s because when she’d lost the baby, she had nothing else left. She frowned. No, that wasn’t right. She had chosen this career. She loved it. She had put it first before she was pregnant, too. “I think we’ve covered this topic, Sam.”

      “Have we? As I recall, we didn’t do all that much talking when we were together.”

      That was true. They’d had far more urgent things on their minds than conversation. She moved her gaze to his mouth, remembering how he’d used it on her neck…and her breasts…and her thighs….

      Kate quickly looked away, focusing on the flag at the center of the square. “Maybe I should be asking you if you have a problem working with me, given our past association. You’re the one who can’t seem to let it go.”

      Can’t let it go? She’s right, Sam thought. He did have a problem. A major problem. It was distracting enough just thinking about her. How was he supposed to work with her? How could he keep himself from touching her, especially here in the sunshine with her hair gleaming like autumn and her pulse throbbing in the delicate vein at the side of her neck?

      He’d been wrong before when he’d thought she looked composed. Now that they were in full daylight he could see she hadn’t slept any better than he had last night. There were shadows under her eyes and signs of strain around her lips.

      What was bothering her? It couldn’t be the same thing that was bothering him, that was for sure. If she’d been dreaming of hot sex all night she wouldn’t have brushed him off yesterday or continued to treat him like a casual acquaintance today. She had never been shy about her physical needs—their relationship had been as simple and basic as things could get between a man and a woman. He’d thought the memories they shared were good ones. And they had parted on friendly terms—he’d let her go as neatly as she’d wanted—so what was going on?

      If