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Carried Away Ah! She whirled for the toilet and then came back to stare again. She was pink, rosy. Flushed with fulfillment like she had not known since shed left him. Branded by his little bite marks on her breasts, her shoulders and her knees. She picked up her toothbrush out of her cosmetics case and plastered toothpaste on it, then scrubbed her teeth. Her eyes were bright, too. The shadows he had recognized were a lighter shade this morning. Because of him. She rinsed her teeth and stuck her brush back in its traveling case. Grabbing a small towel, she put it under the faucet. Why didnt they have washcloths in European countries? Its not like theyre broke. Who? Grant walked into the room. She held up the wet toweling, explained and added, Americans are the ones without a shirt on their backs! He grinned as he came forward and plastered his big body against her. Between her ass cheeks, she felt him insert his hard shaft. I dont want you to wear any shirt, thats for sure. You either, buddy. She turned and wound her arms around his neck. Chimes rung in the next room. Whats that? she asked. Not church bells. He gave her a peck on the cheek. My phone. Todd, or it better be. Ah. Do they have room service here? Ill call while you do your thing. No! You are not here. Remember? He warned her with a stern look. I promise Ill order your coffee once Ive finished my business with Todd, he told her as he made his way back to the bedroom. While he talked, she took another shower. Washed her hair. Padded into her own bedroom and found a bra, tee shirt and jeans. She grinned. No panties. Oh, yeah. She liked that concept and went with it. Letting her hair dry naturally, she ran her fingers through her curls and walked back in to the bedroom to join him. 61 Cerise DeLand Grant sat at the desk, still naked and frowning in the midst of his conversation with Todd, a man Coco knew to be Grants guru of all things organizational. I dont care what strings you have to pull, he told the man in Houston, I want as much as you can get and I need it by two oclock. Also, I need the number for Nick Chekov at the American Embassy. Ive got to talk to him. Yes, Ill wait. He glanced at the clock on the table and threw her a perfunctory smile. She sat down on the edge of the bed to listen. Youve got it? Okay. Im ready. He jotted down a number on the hotel stationery. Call him after we hang up. Tell him Im coming. But fax me that report now. Right, to my phone. Encrypted. He listened for a long while. Okay. And, ah, that first matter? Yes, I want that by five. I know its a rush, but give the man a bonus and fly it over. Good enough. Bye. Grant sat for a minute, staring out the window. Coco went to put her arms around his neck and kiss his bald head. You okay? Ive been better. He sent his hands up her arms, put his lips to the crook in her elbow. She sighed. I know. Ive brought you trouble. Lots of it. He pulled her down and around to sit on his lap. I deal in stopping trouble. She gave him a sweet kiss. No better man. His phone rang. She glanced down at it as the screen illuminated. A fax had arrived in his inbox. Whats going on? What are you getting from Todd? A report on Marias attack from the San a embassy. How did you get that? she asked in awe. Im a magician. He winked at her and picked up his phone. Let me read this. As he did, his expression went from concerned to alarmed. When he looked up at her again, his voice was flat. The Yemeni police have questioned the boys who 62 Carried Away attacked Maria and her friend and the kids do sound as if they were looking for a trim, blonde American woman. She hunched her shoulders and shivered. Im going to try to help her all I can. Grant hugged her. Shes smart. And determined. We have to hope doctors can save her sight. Coco agreed, but she had to know more. And what else is Todd doing for you this morning? Getting me a report on Ahmed Suleiman. The Agency wont give that to a private citizen. Im not going to