He grinned. “Surely you jest? Even if I’d noticed it, I wouldn’t have run the risk of you stopping to soothe and rebandage me.” He came back to her and pulled the silk comforter down and kissed her breast. “And it gave me a chance to prove I’d give my blood for you.” He rubbed his slightly rough cheek against her. “I would, you know. To the last drop.”
“Bullshit.” She pushed him away. “Your committee wouldn’t permit you to donate even a pint of your precious blood to the Red Cross.” She sat up. “You’re too essential to their splendid cause.”
“It is splendid, Catherine.” He got to his feet. “You’ll come to believe that, too, someday.”
“No, I won’t. And that’s another prime reason for me to leave and let you go back to being Guardian. We’d never agree.”
“We’ve just spent a number of hours in complete agreement.” He turned and headed for the door. “And we will again.”
“You said you understood. It’s over now. I told you, it was just for tonight, Cameron.”
He smiled as he opened the door. “I can be patient. I can let you go for a while. I was planning on it anyway. I’ll either come after you, or you’ll come to me.”
Her brows rose. “I’ll come to you?”
“Oh, not running to jump into bed with me. That would be too much to hope for. But you’re CIA and as Guardian I have frequent encounters both bad and good with the CIA. I leave them alone as long as they don’t interfere, but they’re becoming increasingly troublesome.”
“Or is it you who are becoming troublesome?”
“The dangers are increasing, and I have to make adjustments for them.” He shrugged. “Either way, it’s more likely to bring us together.”
“Or put us on the hunt for each other.”
“But that could be exciting, too.”
She felt a thrill of that excitement at the thought. How would it feel to be on the hunt for Cameron with his superb talents and training?
“You see?” Cameron said softly. “It can’t be over. We’d miss too much.”
She believed him as she gazed at him standing there. He had so many different faces. Guardian, warrior, crown prince of never-never land. Memories were flooding back to her of Cameron in a dozen different scenes since he’d come into her life. That first moment when she’d seen him before that fireplace in what she’d thought was a hallucination, the moment when he’d lifted her from the hot spring, the moment in the Mercedes when he’d first touched her. How many other such moments could be on the horizon? “If we don’t kill each other.”
He chuckled. “Point taken. But it’s not likely.” His laughter faded. “I don’t think I could bear it.” He started to leave.
“Wait.”
He looked back at her.
“I once asked you a question. You never really answered me. Is Shambhala a real place? Is there a true Shangri-La?”
“What do you think?” His smile was brilliant, telling nothing, promising everything. “Come with me and I’ll take you to see for yourself.”
The next moment, he was gone.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
IRIS JOHANSEN is the New York Times bestselling author of Silencing Eve, Hunting Eve, Taking Eve, Sleep No More, What Doesn’t Kill You, Bonnie, Quinn, Eve, Chasing the Night, Eight Days to Live, Blood Game, Deadlock, Dark Summer, Pandora’s Daughter, Quicksand, Killer Dreams, On the Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One to Trust, and more. And with her son, Roy Johansen, she has coauthored Close Your Eyes, Shadow Zone, Storm Cycle, and Silent Thunder. Visit her at www.irisjohansen.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/OfficialIrisJohansen.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW. Copyright © 2014 by Johansen Publishing LLLP. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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Cover design by Rob Grom
Cover photograph © Shuhui Yang
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Johansen, Iris.
Live to see tomorrow / Iris Johansen.—First Edition.
pages cm
ISBN 978-1-250-02004-8 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-250-02003-1 (e-book)
1. United States. Central Intelligence Agency—Officials and employees—Fiction. 2. Women intelligence officers—Fiction. 3. Kidnapping—Tibet—Fiction. 4. Women journalists—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3560.O275L58 2014
813'.54—dc23
2013047079
e-ISBN 9781250020031
First Edition: April 2014