Your Next Breath

And time had run out.

As they reached the bronze door, she glanced back over her shoulder at the gleaming coffin, where Delores lay in pagan splendor. At the gaping hole where Santos was probably now scrambling for safety.

“Out!” Cameron pushed her ahead of him out of the tomb.

The earth was rumbling beneath their feet.

“Down!”

Cameron jerked her down and fell on top of her.

Crack.

Kaboom.

Searing heat. Debris falling around them like missiles.

Kaboom.

Another blast.

More debris.

Granite. It was black granite. The tomb …

The heat was intense.

She could see patches of fire igniting the grass around them.

And burning sparks on the shoulder of Cameron’s shirt next to her cheek.

She put them out, then pushed him away. “We’ve got to get out of here.” She jumped to her feet. “Come on. We’re too close.”

“Tell me about it,” Cameron said dryly, as they ran for the trail. “You’re the one who ran back in there. You’d better have a damn good reason.”

“Tu

“And did you?”

She nodded as she looked back at the tomb.

Only there was no tomb.

It was a pile of granite rocks and blazing flames that were incinerating everything around them.

“She’s gone,” Catherine whispered. “Even Montez’s coffin couldn’t survive those blasts.”

“He made sure of it,” Cameron said. “He did the calculations even before I told him what we wanted. He was going to find a way to destroy them himself if we couldn’t do it. He told me that Santos and his Delores would probably be vaporized by the force of those explosions.”

“As you both almost were,” Dario said grimly as he strode down the hill from the bunkhouse. “You look like hell, Catherine. Blood…” He took a step closer and examined her shoulder. “Bullet wound. Do we need to get you back to Port of Spain for medical attention?”

She shook her head. “It’s only a flesh wound. I’m not going anywhere for a while.”

“Why not? We’ve about wrapped everything up here.”

“Not everything.” Her gaze went back to the burning pyre that had been Delores’s tomb. “I didn’t see him die. I can’t leave here until I know that Santos is dead.” She glanced at Dario. “There’s a tu

He nodded. “Right away.” He turned and headed toward the beach.

“Come on,” Cameron said. “We need to find water and a first-aid kit to bandage that shoulder. It’s at least got to be cleaned if not—” The text ring on his phone went off, and he glanced down for the message. “It’s from Hu Chang.” He read her the text. “Situation resolved. Seth Caleb enjoyed his visit to the Victorian house. Lambell did not.”

Catherine drew a relieved breath. “Luke’s safe?”

“So it would seem. Now, as I was saying, let’s go take care of that wound.”

“Not now.”

“You’re just going to sit here and wait?”

She nodded grimly. “And hope to hell that Montez was wrong about Santos’s probably being vaporized. I need to know.”

He didn’t argue. He dropped to the ground and pulled her down beside him. “Then we’d better get comfortable. It’s going to take a long time before we can get back into that tomb.”

“You don’t have to stay with me. Dario may need you.”

“I don’t have to do anything. It’s pure choice. And I choose you.” He drew her closer and tucked her head into the hollow of his shoulder. “And you may never admit that you need me, but someday I’ll make you admit that you want me for something other than sex. For some reason that’s becoming important to me. Isn’t that strange?”

“Completely.” Strange and warm and frightening all at the same time. She didn’t want to deal with any of those emotions in co

But at least she could yield a little of herself to him in this moment of weariness and relief and hope. He had claimed that part of her anyway during these past days of fighting at her side. Would she be able to get it back? She didn’t know. But it would do no harm to relax now and worry about it later.

Maybe. Cameron was always an emotional threat and a danger to her.

That was okay, she could handle it. Right now, he was only giving her comfort and companionship and the knowledge that he would not leave her.

She relaxed back against him, watching the leaping flames devour the tomb down the hill.

And, dammit, she was going to take that gift.

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

ONE DAY LATER

“Is Catherine sure? I can’t believe Santos is really dead, Eve.” Jane’s lips twisted. “He’s been hanging over my head like a hangman’s noose for too long.”

“Over all our heads,” Eve said. “Catherine said that she was certain when she called last night. You can ask her yourself. She told me that she was coming here today and that she’d see us.”

“I may do that. It’s hard to believe the nightmare is over. But I have to believe it. I’ve got to go on, I have to move forward.” She was silent a moment, thinking. “I’m going to need my sketchbook, Eve. Will you bring it next time?”

“Sure. But let’s check with the doctor and make sure it’s okay. You get pretty intense when you’re working.” Eve smiled. “Why not just read or watch television?”

“Because I’m going crazy since they cut the drugs.” Jane made a face. “I need to do something constructive. I can’t just lie here and stare mindlessly.”

“You’re never mindless.” But Eve could see that she was terribly restless, and that might be a healthy sign. Jane had always wanted to move, to search for that next adventure, to find the key that had been lost. It had only been after Trevor had died that she seemed to turn her back on that essential part of her character. “I’ll talk to the doctor and see what I can do. Maybe you should wait until Joe and I take you home with us to heal. You’ll have more leisure time.”

She shook her head. “I need to start now. And I’ll only need to be at the lake cottage for a week or so. After that, I’ll go back to London and be out of your hair.”

Eve looked away. “That soon? I kind of like the thought of your hanging around and being in my hair.”

“Me, too.” Jane reached out and covered Eve’s hand, lying on the bed. “That’s why I have to leave. I want it too much. I always want to stay with you and Joe. It’s home. It’s the place I love. If I didn’t force myself, I’d cuddle down forever and be the little girl you found in the streets all those years ago. But that’s your life, that’s Joe’s life. I have to find a life of my own.” Her hand tightened on Eve’s. “I thought for a while I’d found it with Trevor, but that didn’t happen. So I have to go on, don’t I? Like you did when Bo

She nodded jerkily. “Though I really like the idea of all that cuddling down forever with Joe and me. London is too far away.”

“It didn’t stop me from flying back to you at the drop of a hat when you needed me.” Her eyes were glittering with moisture as she smiled unsteadily. “London isn’t home to me. You’re home. Besides, I’ve been thinking about going up to McDuff’s castle in Scotland after I fully recover. You remember McDuff?”

“How can anyone forget him?” she asked dryly. “Lord McDuff, who thinks he runs all the world, or at least Great Britain. Why would you go there?”

She shrugged. “McDuff is always trying to persuade me that I should come and go treasure hunting with him. As I was lying here, it occurred to me that would be the farthest thing from hiding that I could choose. McDuff would never permit it.”