the scene I would have a better chance of preventing a government or a revolutionary takeover of the firm's assets. That's all there was to it. I was keeping a low profile until matters cooled down when I got word that there was
an American woman trapped in one of the outlying villages. I came looking for you and found you." He shrugged his massive shrug.
Reva unclenched her unconsciously compressed fingers, a curious wave of relief rolling over her at learning the truth. "I'm glad, Josh," she said simply, meaning it. She decided not to press him for all the details, such as how he'd done such a good job of keeping them both alive. She had the notion most modern U.S. business firms didn't include that in management training.
"Reva, honey," he went on more mildly as she lowered her lashes against the perceptive gleam in his honey eyes, "Was this matter of believing I was a mercenary the reason you didn't think I'd come back for you? Is that why you were so frightened when I talked of marriage?"
"It was definitely one of the reasons," she admitted dryly. "You'll have to agree that the prospect of marrying a man who is only at home when he's resting between campaigns isn't a very thrilling one!"
"No, I can see where it wouldn't be," he said, and she could hear the new thread of humor in his voice. He seemed to be experiencing a sense of relief, too, she realized. "Well, I'm glad we got that out in the open," he added, and then, quite carelessly, as if it were ail settled: "How soon will you marry me, honey? I've got a month off before I have to be back at work."
"Josh!" Reva stared at him, startled. "Nothing has changed! I'm very glad you're not. . . what I thought you were, but that doesn't make any real difference between us. We're still two entirely different people and we both lead different lives. In spite of what you think, we know virtually nothing about each other."
His look hardened perceptibly and he reached over to grab a pillow which he stuffed behind himself. "Don't tell
me," he grated, sprawling disgustedly back against the headboard, "that I'm right where I was earlier this evening. Square one!" He appeared thoroughly short tempered about the matter, Reva thought worriedly.
"I can't imagine what gave you the impression that the only thing standing in the way of a marriage between us was my opinion of your supposed career!" she snapped a bit wildly. "I've told you, there are several reasons."
"We are back to square one," he sighed, closing his eyes tightly for a moment and rubbing the bridge of his nose in a slow, massaging action that suddenly made him look very tired. "Why did I have to go and fall for a stubborn, idiotic little female who can face an armed guerrilla like a cornered cat but who can't face her own emotions with any courage at all!"
"I am not being cowardly!" Reva hissed.
"It's all right, honey," Josh told her, reaching out a large hand to pat her on the head in a totally incongruous action that enraged her. "I knew what was best for you back in that jungle and I know what's best for you here. I'll take care of you." He yawned, raising a fist to cover his mouth.
"You haven't 'fallen' for me," Reva argued forcefully. "It's only that you've spent the past four months isolated in that awful little country. It was only natural that you'd concentrate on the last woman you'd ... you'd been with. You'll get over the fixation once you've had a chance to readjust. Believe me!"
He blinked, looking rather sleepy. "What makes you such an authority on my reactions? You don't even understand your own!"
"I'm merely exercising some common sense, Josh!" she yelped furiously.
"So we revert to plan A which I outlined a little while
ago," he sighed, leaning deeper into the pillows behind him and watching her with a somewhat owlish expression. "The wearing-down routine." "That's nonsense!"
"I agree, but you seem to be lacking in sense, so we'll try it the other way. Actually, it might be rather
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