Hot As Ice

“I’m not done with you, blondie.”

“I’ll tell you what,” she said with a determined smile. “If you refrain from calling me blondie, I’ll refrain from tossing you flat on your back.”

A speculative gleam entered his eyes. “Do you think you can?”

“I know it, pal.”

For a moment he looked as though he intended to put the matter to a test. His gaze made a slow slide from her face to her throat, then lingered in the vicinity of her breasts. To Diana’s surprise and considerable a

Oh, for heaven’s sake!

In today’s parlance, Stone certainly qualified as a world class hottie. But as much as Diana might admire his sheer animal magnetism, muscle alone had never particularly turned her on. Unlike the athletic, popular Stone, she’d been the serious, studious type in high school. She’d come out of her shell a bit in college, and discarded it completely when Maggie Sinclair recruited her to work for OMEGA. Yet she’d always found that brains, not brawn worked better when it came to wiggling out of the most desperate situations.

And, she reminded herself sternly, brains, not brawn, had attracted her to Allen McDermott. They enjoyed a comfortable, mutually satisfying relationship, one that stemmed as much from their similar tastes and shared professional interests as from any physical need.

But she’d never felt a need quite like this one, a nasty little voice in her head whispered.

Not with Allen.

Not with anyone.

Ruthlessly, Diana suppressed the insidious urge to rise up on tiptoe and give Charlie Stone his first kiss in more than forty-five years. She was here to do a job, one that demanded all her concentration. She’d be no use to OMEGA or to the major if she didn’t maintain a level of detachment.

“If you’ve finished with your questions,” she said coolly, “I have a few I’d like to ask.”

His arms dropped to his sides, and a steel mask descended over his face with an almost audible clank. “I don’t trust you enough to give you any answers.”

“Well, that’s honest. Let me know when you change your mind, will you?”

“Yeah,” he replied, heading for the door. “I will.”

Charlie made it out the door with his shoulders squared and his back straight, but his insides felt as though he’d just gone ten rounds with heavyweight champ Rocky Marciano.

Everything he’d seen since he opened his eyes hit him like a hard, bruising right to the gut. Everything he’d heard had rocked him back on his heels. Sheer willpower alone had kept him from grabbing his so-called rescuers by the throat and choking the truth out of them.

He didn’t want to believe them! Christ, just the thought that he’d been on ice for the past forty-five years made his stomach cramp.

He braced himself against a packing crate, unable to stop the shakes, unable to blank out the terrifying memory of his plane nosediving straight down. Desperately, he tried to pierce the blackness that had claimed him mere seconds later. Had he come down inside Russia? Was this all an elaborate KGB scheme to get him to talk?

No. Even the KGB couldn’t cook up something this fantastic.

Slowly, Charlie’s vision cleared. The disbelief he’d so stubbornly clung to these past hours was fast giving way to grudging acceptance. He wasn’t ready to admit it. Not yet, anyway. Until he found out what the hell had happened to his aircraft and why his life support system had failed, he wasn’t about to admit to anything.

Particularly not to blondie.

Man, oh man! They sure didn’t build biologists like her where he came from. If she was a biologist. None of the scientists he’d ever worked with came equipped with luminous green cat’s eyes and a tumble of silver-gilt hair, not to mention those long legs displayed so temptingly in her curve-hugging pants. Those pants certainly left little to the imagination, and his worked overtime until a muffled thump from inside his room broke into his thoughts. With a grunt, he entered the room and opened the metal locker.

The young research tech hopped out, glaring at Charlie over the tape sealing his mouth. More tape bound his wrists and ankles.

“Sorry, kid.”

Freed of his bonds, the technician stomped out. A moment later, Charlie heard him hammering on a door farther down the corridor. In an angry voice, he recounted the details of his incarceration.

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