The years had improved him, that was for sure. Gone was the conservative haircut; his hair was almost as long as hers, now, parted in the middle and tied back with a thong decorated with a beaded redtail feather. She had no doubt he’d earned it; had no doubt that he’d probably earned eagle by now, and just chose not to wear it every day. He’d put on muscle; the open collar of his blue workshirt showed the strong throat, encircled by a hair-pipe collar, and it was pretty obvious from the straining seams across his shoulders and chest that he’d been exercising more than rhetoric since he’d been gone. She guessed he was actually wearing a size smaller jeans than he had in college, at least in the waist; the silver and leather concha belt buckled over his hips was new, and with that and the soft blue jeans, he looked good enough to be in the movies. The chiseled face and dark, farseeing eyes could still make her heart beat a little faster, if she ignored the sullen and challenging expression there.

That expression helped her get herself back under some semblance of control. Yeah, he’s a babe-fest all right. But the years haven’t improved his manners any. She grinned, but only mentally. Or his command of body language. Inscrutable warrior, my ass! He might as well be writing his intentions on a blackboard.

He was taking the offensive and aggressive path right from the start, and her efforts at keeping nonconfrontational weren’t working. He’d already made up his mind about her, and she didn’t think he was going to listen to anything she said. Still, she had to try.

“If you’re not on our side, Jennifer, you’re on The Enemy’s side,” he replied angrily, and giving “enemy” the emphasis that put a capital “E” on the word. “That’s the way it is, and you’d better get that through your head right now. You may think you aren’t on anyone’s side, but you were hired by The Enemy, and you’re The Enemy’s shill, whether you know it or not.”

Right. I thought that kind of thinking went out in the sixties! She kept her expression calm, although she was anything but. “First of all, David, it’s none of your business who hired me. But that hardly matters, since secondly, you can’t possibly know who hired me or what they want me to find out, because that kind of information hasn’t made it out on the street yet, and believe me, I’d know if it had. And thirdly, you’re right out of line, because you haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about.” She tried not to sound anything other than logical and cool, but nothing she said or did was going to penetrate that thick (and ridiculously attractive) head.