"No? Why not?"
"Jade, I'm really getting tired of repeating myself. You're staying with me."
"Lady Briars would welcome me into her home, it would be much easier for you if I left."
"Why?"
"Because you're going to think this all through in that logical mind of yours and then you're going to decide you can never forgive me. That's why."
"Do you want me to forgive you?"
"Not particularly."
"You're lying again."
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, it matters. Jade, I told you I loved you. Doesn't that matter?"
"It matters," she whispered. When he took a step toward her, she moved away from the chair and
started backing toward the doors. The look on Caine's face worried her. Retreat seemed the logical
choice now. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"You've deceived me, manipulated me, run me in circles, but all that's going to change now, isn't it?"
"So it's finally settling in, is it?" She backed up another space. "When you apply your logic, I'm sure
you'll understand that everything I did was to protect you and your brother. First you have to get past your anger… and your pride."
"Is that right?"
"Caine, someday soon, I believe you'll actually thank me for this deception. Besides, it's over now, finished."
He slowly shook his head. He smiled too. Jade didn't know what to make of that reaction. Because she didn't dare take her gaze away from him, she didn't look behind her and suddenly found herself backed up against the corner of the wall. She'd misjudged the distance to the entrance by several feet.
She was trapped. His smile widened, indicating he was well aware of her predicament and was thoroughly enjoying it.
"It's done," she stammered out.
"No, it has only just begun, sweet." His hands slammed against the wall on either side of her face.
"You're referring to this hunt for the Tribunal, aren't you?"
He slowly leaned down. "No, I'm referring to you and me. Did you let me touch you because you were protecting me?"
"What a ridiculous question," she muttered.
"Answer me."
"No, of course not," she whispered. She stared at his chest while she admitted that fact.
"Was it out of guilt for deceiving me?"
"No," she cried out. She realized she sounded frightened and immediately changed her tone. "I never
feel guilty about lying. I do it very well. I'm proud of my talent, not ashamed."
Caine closed his eyes and said a quick prayer for patience. "Then why did you let me touch you?"
he demanded.
"You know why."
"Tell me."
"Because 1 wanted you to touch me," she whispered.
"Why?"
She shook her head, then tried to push his hand away. He didn't budge.
"You aren't leaving this room until you've given me the full truth. No more lies, Jade."
She stared at his chin now. "You ask too much of me."
"I ask only what I can give in return," he countered. "And we're going to stand here all day until…"
"Oh, all right," she replied. "I wanted you to touch me because you were such a kind, gentle man and
I realized how much I… cared for you."
She looked up into his eyes then, for she needed to know if he was going to laugh or not. If he showed even a hint of amusement, she swore she'd use her fist on him.
He wasn't laughing. He did look pleased with her admission, arrogantly so, but she decided he was entitled to that much. "Caine, you weren't anything like the man I read about in your file. Even your director doesn't know the real you."
"You read my file?"
She decided she shouldn't have mentioned that fact when he grabbed hold of her shoulders and began
to squeeze fresh bruises on her skin. "Yes, I read your file," she announced. "It took most of the night. You have quite a history."
He shook his head. He was more astonished than angry. "Jade, the file should have been sealed… locked away, the name wiped clean."
"Oh, it was, Caine. Yes, the security was actually quite good. No faulty latches on all the doors, sturdy locks on each cabinet…"
"Obviously the security wasn't good enough," he muttered. "You were able to get inside. You found
and read my file. My God, I haven't even read it."
"Why would you want to read it?" she asked. "You lived each event. The file only related assignments you'd handled. There wasn't much about your personal life. Why, the incident with the Kelly brothers wasn't even mentioned."
"Caine, why are you so upset?" she asked. She thought he might be trying to crush her bones now.
"You read everything? You know everything I've done?" She slowly nodded. "You're hurting me, Caine. Please let go"
He put his hands back on the wall, blocking her exit again. "And yet, knowing all this… you still came looking for me. You weren't afraid?"
"I was a little afraid," she confessed. "Your history is most… colorful. And I was worried, yes, but
after we met, I found myself doubting the accuracy…"
"Don't," he interrupted. "There wasn't any exaggeration."
She shivered over the briskness in his voice. "You did what you had to do," she whispered.
Caine still wasn't absolutely certain he believed her. "What was my operative name?"
"Hunter."
"Hell."
"Caine, do try to understand my position. It was necessary for me to find out everything I could about you."
"Why was it necessary?"
"You were in danger."
"Did it not occur to you that I could take care of any threats that came my way?"
"Yes," she answered. "It occurred to me. Still, I had made a promise to your brother and I was honor bound to keep you safe."
"Your word is very important to you, isn't it, Jade?"
"Well, of course it is," she countered.
"I still don't understand why you thought you needed to read my file."
"I needed to find your… vulnerability. Don't look at me like that. Everyone has an Achilles' heel,
Caine, even you."
"And what did you find? What's my flaw?"
"Like your father, you have a reputation for being a champion of the weak. That isn't necessarily a
flaw, but I used that part of your character to my advantage."
"By pretending to be in danger? Jade, you were in danger. Those events did take place. You…"
"I could have taken care of the threat on my own," she boasted. "Once I got away from Nathan's carriage, I went to Shallow's Wharf. Jimbo and Matthew were there, waiting for me. The three of us could have taken care of the problem."
"Perhaps," Caine said.
Since he was being so agreeable, and looking so distracted, she tried to duck under his arm. Caine simply moved closer to stop her. "You believed I was weaker and you therefore became my champion, my guardian angel," she finished.