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cars. Keys would be a good weapon if Carrie had some.
    â€œDo you have keys?” he asked.
    â€œKeys?” She looked up in surprise, then nodded. “Sure. They’re right here.” She held up a well-laden key ring.
    â€œPut them in the pocket of my jacket,” he said, turning as much as he could to give her access. “I’m betting they’ve already patted us down for weapons, checked your purse and so on.”
    â€œKeys won’t do much,” she said, even as she dropped them in his pocket. “They don’t unlock anything we can reach.”
    â€œYou’d be surprised,” Dav said, forcing a smile. “Gates was a good teacher. I can do a lot with keys. Do you have room to put the Leatherman tool and your driver’s license in your skirt pocket? Is it deep enough? If not, put them in my pocket too. If they take your purse, we’ll still have your ID on us. Gates always told me to plan for survival and rescue. We may need to prove we’re American citizens.”
    â€œAre you?” she asked, apropos of nothing. “An American citizen, that is?”
    â€œYes, I hold dual citizenship since my mother was Greek-American.”
    â€œShe was? Did she—” she began, only to break off as another sharp turn of the plane overbalanced her once more.
    â€œSsaahh!” Dav managed to hiss out the exclamation rather than scream more curses in agony as she landed on his swollen hands. He didn’t want the pilot or copilot to hear, to come back to them before they were armed as well as they could be. It was quieter now, at the lower altitude. With less wind noise to muffle their voices.
    Dav couldn’t suppress the instant nausea and headache brought on by the blow however. “Yamoto yamotoyamoto!” He slurred the curse word together, letting intensity help him disperse some of the pain. Fuckfuckfuck!
    â€œSorry,” she said, sitting up, panic etching her face with worry. “What did I hit? Are you bleeding? What happened?”
    â€œIt’s my hands. They’re too tightly bound. You’re going to have to help me,” he snapped, gulping hastily to maintain control of his rebellious stomach. “You need to rub them, force the circulation.” He dreaded even the thought of that, but if he didn’t get some circulation in his hands, they would be useless to him. And they might sustain permanent damage if they stayed numb too long.
    â€œBut won’t that be painful?”
    â€œAn understatement, Carrie- mou, ” Dav agreed, attaching the endearment to her name easily. “But if I want to keep my hands, if I want to ever be able to use them, I can’t let the blood settle too much. As it is, I can hardly feel them.”
    â€œOh, my God,” she said, jerking her hands away from his, rubbing them on her skirt. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    â€œAlthough it will hurt, you’ll be helping me. I’m going to need my hands.”
    The plane shifted, a softer turn this time. When it leveled out, Dav could tell they were lower, and slower. Whatever their destination, they were closing in on it.
    â€œYou must hurry. We’ll be landing soon. Put my coat around your shoulders and your purse over your shoulder under the coat. Help me get the hood back on, then lean on me. We’ll act like we’re still asleep. You can start working on my hands, okay?”
    â€œBut the coat, my purse, they’ll know, won’t they?”
    â€œPeople accept what they expect to see. They’ll see us asleep together. They’ll see my coat over you. I would do that if I woke up first, or you might do that if you woke and couldn’t wake me.”
    â€œNo, I would have put it over you,” she answered, puzzlement evident in her voice. “You’re hurt, you need to stay warm.”
    He smiled as he realized, once again, why she was the one for him. She would have covered him.