Caleb was so confident, so certain that no one could touch him…She should be confident, too. She’d been with him long enough to see how competent he could be. But she’d never be that confident until she was allowed into that dark world in which he moved, and that rarely happened these days. He was being as overprotective as MacDuff where she was concerned. Being with him was always exciting, the discussions fascinating and amusing, the sex fantastic, but lately she’d been aware that it was like being taken to the circus and never allowed near the lion cages.

She was being ridiculous. Lion cages? It’s not as if she wanted to trail after Caleb on one of those damn missions. She just wanted to make certain that she was a part of his life no matter where he was. Just as Eve was a part of Joe’s. It was no coincidence that she’d compared Joe’s career and Caleb’s missions. Eve had her own career but if there was danger she and Joe would always be together, because they were family.

And perhaps that was what Jane was missing most, that sense of ultimate togetherness that could never be replaced by anything less powerful. She had never really had that with Caleb.

Though sex came pretty damn close, she thought wryly. It was what had held them together before she realized that what she felt for Caleb was far beyond anything she’d felt for anyone else. And that realization was still there and so strong that all this fretting and worrying made no sense unless she was going to do something about it. She turned on the bedside light, got to her feet, and moved over to her sketchbook on the desk across the room. She flipped open the book to the last sketch she’d made of Caleb at the fountain in the courtyard before she’d walked him back to the helicopter.

Bold dark eyes, the faint indention in his chin, the way his lips curved with just a suggestion of mockery and sexuality…Totally fascinating and yet with perhaps a hint of stormy vulnerability that he would never admit even to her.

She walked over to the window and stood there with the moonlight playing over the sketch. Her index finger gently traced that faint indentation in his chin. Then she looked out at the sea crashing against the shore beyond the castle towers.

He’d brought her here to this beautiful place to be safe and then gone off to save another wild part of the planet.

But who was going to save him if something went wrong? Her hand clenched on the sketch. Then she moved away and put the sketch back into her case. There was nothing to do tonight, but she had to consider what was in the future.

She turned out the light and got into bed. Go to sleep.