She sat rigidly in her seat, her blue eyes staring straight ahead and her elegant hands clasping each other in a death grip. He longed to slip a comforting arm around her shoulder and pull her close, but he remained still beside her. As the lead agent on the Decorah Security protection detail, he was her bodyguard, nothing more and nothing less. That could be their only relationship. Elizabeth Bannerman was the key witness against Kishwar Samara, the man who had plotted to blow up the National Archives, and Jordan’s mission was to keep her alive long enough to testify. Emma Richards, Decorah’s top female agent, was also taking a major part of the guard duty. Jordan knew the two women had become friends. That wasn’t possible for him and Elizabeth. Not with the sexual awareness crackling between them. He told himself that it came from the nerve-wracking confinement and forced proximity. In some hidden corner of his mind, he knew that was simply a convenient justification. He should have asked for another assignment.
