The ringing of her cell phone jerked her from the dream. Morning sun slanted through the curtained windows. She lay pressed against Donovan, his body hot beneath the down comforters. She hurried into the living area, shutting the door behind her, and the dog bounded to her. Snatching the phone off an end table, she checked the number. Her heart dropped. It wasn’t Pen. “Hi, Sam.” She scratched the dog’s ears. “I heard about the car bomb. How are you doing?” “We're fine.” Riga tugged free the edge of her negligee, which had somehow become tucked into her panties. “I called the producers in L.A. They still want us to wrap up. The team's headed back this afternoon. What about you?” “What about me?” “We thought... Well, Dirk thought if you were going to stay here, there might be other opportunities to use you in this episode.” “I thought Dirk's cameraman was for Dirk?” Oz licked her hand. “He's got two. He suggested sharing.” “Dirk? Dirk suggested sharing?”
