No matter how mad she might be, though, he wouldn't trade those days of heaven with her for anything.

Jackson sensed her movement, and glanced over.

She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "So are you CIA or what?"

Jackson coughed, and studiously ignored her by gazing out the window. Where the h.e.l.l had that come from, and how could she possibly know? Maybe he really was losing his touch.

"No way. You promised me answers." She turned to face him and put her hand on his knee.

Jackson stared down at her fingers. Long and beautiful. Then it dawned on him that she'd touched him. His heart warmed.

"I know you can't tell me everything, but give me the basics," she continued. "You have to work for some government agency. You talked about a cover."

Which was a big slip on his part. That's what had sent her off on this new direction. He knew she wouldn't give up her quest, but it was safer for her if he kept his mouth shut.

"I don't know why I didn't see it before. The way you walk, how careful you are about everything." She eyed him up and down. "Jeez, the way you fold clothes should have told me you were military something. You guys are so precise about everything. Oh, and all those scars on your body. h.e.l.lo? Big clue."

The scars were a part of his job, so much so that he didn't even see them any more.

"We worked with the DEA on this kidnapping case last summer and those guys, well, they were awesome when it counted, but not the easiest to converse with, if you know what I mean," she said. "And I know you're in trouble. Could you at least tell me the nature of the trouble?"

He chanced a glimpse at her face and wished he hadn't. She seemed so hopeful. After everything he'd done, she still wanted whatever it was between them to work. Jackson didn't have the heart to tell her that it could never happen. There had been weak moments earlier in the evening when he'd believed that he might be able to have a real life with her at some point, but those mob guys reminded him that his life, whatever he had left of it, wouldn't be easy.

Finally he took her hand.

"Mar, I can tell you this. I care about you, and I won't let anything happen to you. Do you understand that? I don't know how long I have to live, but even if it's the last thing I do I'm going to make sure you're safe."

MAR STARED DUMBFOUNDED at Jackson. "How much trouble are you in? What did you do, Jackson?"

Still, he didn't speak. She'd had quite enough of this spy c.r.a.p. There was a very good chance she could help him, and she wasn't about to give up now.

"Fine. Then we'll play a guessing game." She patted his knee as if he were a child. "You can tell me if I'm warm or cold."

Mar chewed on her lip for a couple of minutes. Then she had an idea. "Let's see. My guess is that you were working on a case and something went wrong. You were probably deep under cover, and it was blown. That's usually what happens in the movies. What I can't figure out is if you're hiding out from the bad guys or your bosses."

When he didn't even acknowledge her, she snapped her fingers. "Or both."

His jaw flinched slightly.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

"Goodness, I am getting really good at this deducing stuff. Okay. Well, I know you're a good guy. Though I'm not sure you think so. Hmm. This is a little tougher." She tucked her tongue into her cheek. "So either someone is framing you or you upset the wrong people and they're out to get you."

At this he swung his head around.

Mar smiled. "Well, what do you know? I seem to have struck a chord. You really need to practice your spy pouting, Jackson. If little ole me can get you to squirm, imagine what those bad guys could do."

She gave him a wicked wink.

Jackson grunted. "They don't have the kind of power over me that you do. I thought you said you were new to the world of investigation. I know operatives who have been in the field for more than twenty years who don't have the deductive reasoning skills you do."

She smiled at that, and the fact that he'd said operatives proved her correct.

He held up a hand in surrender. "d.a.m.n, if I had a white flag I'd wave it. You're a tough one. Yes. You're on the right path, but I'm not going to give you any more specifics. So please save your psychological torture for someone else."

Mar shrugged. "I'm new to doing it as a job, but like I said before, you don't grow up with a mother like mine without picking up a few things. I also have a Ph.D. in clinical psychology. I may not be as observant as you, but I know human nature. You are one of the white hats."

Jackson shook his head. "There's absolutely no way you could know that, Mariska. I'm a dangerous man. I do dangerous work. I lied to you for several days so I could sleep with you. That should say something about the kind of man I am." He scowled.

She made her hands tremble as if she were afraid. "Oohhh, he's the big bad scary Jackson. I'm so frightened." Mar couldn't keep from making fun. "Are you going to show me your scary spy gun, or torture me?"

He harrumphed and turned toward the window again.

She refused to let him think that he was the only one who took advantage of the situation. "And for your information, I used you, too. We were both lonely and needed companionship. We had a wonderful couple of days together. Maybe I didn't know exactly who you were, but I had a good sense of the kind of man you were. Oh, and I read the note. And for the record, I care about you, too."

"Are you finished?" he asked, still facing the window.

"No. I have another question for you. Was it my last name that interested you when we first met?"

He glanced down at the floorboard and then back at her.

Ah. She had hit upon something, though the connection was fuzzy. "You can tell me that much. Did you think I could help you because of my mother?"

He shrugged. "It made me curious. I guess. My contact told me he had sent help. At the time you seemed to fit the equation, though I couldn't figure out exactly, other than your resources at the office, what it was you were supposed to do for me."

That was part of the reason he'd helped her with Gladstone; he probably thought he was supposed to. Their meeting had been nothing but a lucky coincidence. Mar wasn't complaining.

"I didn't know your mom," Jackson interrupted her thoughts, "but I knew of her. I did use your computer a couple of times. Your IP is untraceable and that's something I desperately needed. That's why I took it with me."

Knowing that he used her for her computer didn't really bother her like it should. He'd been in a desperate situation. She might have done the same in his shoes.

"Huh. Okay. So you sent superspy messages out, and you were hiding away with me until you received answers. So, someone must have finally contacted you. And that's why you left."

"Mariska," he said her name sharply. "I can't answer your questions. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. I'm taking you straight to the airport and then we're done. Do you understand?"

"Oh, sure, Jackson. But I can tell you right now being an a.s.s isn't going to work with me. While I'm not exactly over you being so deceptive, I have this great capacity for understanding why."

He ignored her.

Frustrated, she threw up her hands. "Do you have any idea what it is I see in you? Really? You gave me some of the happiest days of my life. And made love to me so many times I lost count. It wasn't just s.e.x. I know the difference, and so do you." She tugged on his sleeve to get his attention.

"Then there's that letter. You came out and said it. You care about me. You've said it a dozen times in the last hour. Was that a lie? Can you at least tell me that much?"

Jackson gawked at her as if she were insane. "No."

"No what, Jackson?"

He crossed his arms and she knew it was one of his defenses. He had a hard time keeping his hands off her, even though he was perturbed with her. "No, it wasn't a lie."

That was all she needed to hear.

Mar grabbed both of his hands in hers. She saw the flicker of need in his eyes when she touched him. He really was like a wild mustang who needed taming, but she needed the right approach.

"Do you understand how much I care about you? That I would do anything for you, Jackson?"

He crossed his arms against his chest. "You don't know me. You know parts of me, Mariska, but you don't know what I'm capable of and you can't help me."

Mar kissed him. At first he kept his mouth tight, until she used her teeth to nip at his lips. His mouth opened and he kissed her back.

She really could lose herself in the man.

He groaned as he lifted his head away from her. He gently pushed her back to her side of the car. "We can't do this. The people who are after me are more dangerous than those guys back at the hotel," he warned her. "I'd given up before I met you. I can tell you this. I would give anything to be with you, but it isn't possible."

That was all she needed to hear. He wanted to be with her. What Jackson didn't know is that she was the grand facilitator of problem fixing. The past year, she'd discovered that she could tackle most anything if she broke it down into small steps.

What Jackson needed was a way out of his trouble. She would do whatever it took to make that happen.

"Come with me now, Jackson. We'll get on a plane and be back in the States tomorrow. I know how this sounds, but I know people, Jackson. We can help you."

"Mar, I can't jump on a commercial flight. Interpol will be all over me. Once that happens I'll disappear. That's what happens to people like me. It's one of the reasons they call us ghosts. One minute we're there, the next we're gone, and no one cares."

"I care." Mar tapped her finger on his thigh as she thought. "If we can get you home to the States can you clear up the problem with your bosses?"

Jackson put his hand on hers to stop the tapping. "Please. Let me do this my way. Go to the airport and get on a plane. If I know you're safe, it'll make everything so much easier."

Mariska had a network of family and friends that could make almost anything possible. And if that didn't work there were always Chi's friends. Something snapped in Mar's tired brain and she realized Chi was the answer.

Mar held up a hand. "You're really cute when you're worried. Hold that thought."

She picked up her phone and remembered the battery was almost dead. She didn't have enough juice to make one call. "Hey, do you have a phone I can borrow? I need to call home and let them know I'm coming."

Jackson handed her his phone. It was one of those you bought on the street with a certain amount of minutes. Then you tossed it when you were done.

"That's so Jason Bourne."

"What?" He was thoroughly perplexed.

"You know, in the movies he always has these phones so they can't be traced?" She tried to explain.

"I have no idea who you are talking about. Are they recent movies?"

Jackson acted like he didn't know who Jason Bourne was? "Are you kidding me, you haven't seen those movies? My G.o.d, Jackson, what kind of hole do they keep you in?" She waved her hand. "Don't answer that. Anyway, it's funny that you're like this superspy guy because when I first saw you I thought you were Matt Damon, and he plays that role."

"Sorry. I've never heard of him," Jackson said as he shrugged. "I don't have much time to get out and see movies."

"Whatever." Mariska grinned. The guy must have been a real twenty-four-hour-a-day spy not to have gone to the movies in the last ten years. Feeling sorry for him, she decided she'd have to fix that at the first opportunity.

Well, he wasn't the only one who had tricks up his sleeve. Picking up the phone, she dialed Chi's number.

19.

THE CAR STOPPED AND Mar glanced up from the phone to see why. She watched while a man tried to shepherd a cow and several pigs across the road. He wasn't very successful, and it appeared they might be there awhile.

When Jackson opened the door, she thought he was going to help the guy with the cow, but he turned and went the opposite direction. There was a black sedan behind them. Two men jumped out with guns.

A shot rang out. Instinct had her ducking behind the seat. But worry about Jackson made her raise her eyes up so she could peek out. As she did, she watched as he kicked the gun out of one man's hand while twisting and turning so that the other one missed a punch.

The punch landed on the man's partner, and he stumbled back, giving Jackson enough room to pop each of his knees with wicked kicks. Mar grimaced and could almost feel the bones breaking as the man went down.

Jackson turned his attention to the last one standing, and threw an elbow into the man's neck. Then punched him solidly in the nose, blood spurting out.

It was horrific and mesmerizing at the same time, and it all happened so fast she didn't have time to respond. Jackson antic.i.p.ated every move, and it was like watching an action film, except the man she loved was the extreme bone cruncher.

Wow.

The man he'd hit in the face fell forward. The other one writhed in pain. He wouldn't be walking anytime soon.

Jackson patted them both down searching for more weapons, and picked up their guns along with some knives. Opening the door, he threw the weapons in the front seat with their driver. Then he grabbed his backpack.

"Are you-What the? What are you doing?" she stuttered, confused.

"Getting some rope." He reached into his backpack.

The absurdity of the situation caught up with her. "You carry rope in your backpack?"

Jackson wiped some sweat off his brow. "Sure."

Then he shut the door.

Mar opened it, but she stopped when Jackson turned toward her and pointed a finger. "Get back in there. It still isn't safe."

She started to argue she could handle herself, but stopped when the man who fell down last tried to get back up. Jackson slammed his face into the hood of the car again. He didn't move after that.

Mar winced and returned to the car.

"Fine, I'll wait in here." Her superspy was a cutthroat a.s.sa.s.sin. "I'm really glad he's on my side," she whispered to no one in particular.

Jackson tied the rope around the men and then dragged them to the back of the car. She couldn't see what was happening, but the trunk lid popped open. Then he shut it and hopped in the driver's seat. Mar couldn't for the life of her figure out what he was doing until he pulled the vehicle off into the field to the right.

After that, he jumped out of the car and walked over to the shepherd, handing him several bills. Then he climbed back in the car.