She woke up the next day to Sands hand squeezing her butt. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked incredulously.
"I'm blind. Since I can't see, I have to feel what I want to see, so to speak," he said, a smile on his lips. "You'll just have to humor me."
"I do not have to do any such thing," she replied and hit him over the head with her pillow. It startled him since he couldn't see it coming.
"Hey, that's not fair. I can't fight back," he pouted.
"Exactly, so you have to do as I say and behave yourself if you want to survive," she said wickedly.
"I am behaving myself. I'm just trying to see… What is that cute little number you're wearing in bed anyway? It feels nice."
She looked down at her nightgown. It was nothing fancy, really, just a plain blue silk knee length nightgown.
"Tiger striped babydoll nightie with black lace trim,"she replied laughing to herself at her lie.
"Mmmm, you're killing me over here," he groaned.
"Serves you right," she laughed and got out of bed. She got his medicine and some water and came around to his side of the bed. "You seem to be feeling a little bit better." She handed him the medicine and the glass of water and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him.
"Thank you Nurse Goodbody," he replied with a smile and took the medicine.
"Listen, we need to call the CIA today and let them know where we are," she said.
"No!" he replied.
"Why not?
"Because I don't know who I can trust. All I know is that they never sent me what I needed to pull off the operation yesterday. Why didn't they, hmmm? I have to wonder," he replied.
"Why are you always so distrustful. You trust me don't you?" she asked.
He didn't answer her. She glared at him and then realized he couldn't see the glare so she said, "Look, I have never given you any reason NOT to trust me. I have always been there to help you. If I was against you I could have just left you there in the dust in that plaza to die but I didn't did I? No, I hauled your sorry…"
He stopped her tirade by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her down to his lips in a searing kiss. She was momentarily shocked by the sudden contact and then she softened in his arms and kissed him back just as passionately.
When he finally let her go, she was speechless. She could only think of his lips on hers and how good it felt.
"I never did properly thank you for saving me, Sam," he said huskily. "I'll have to correct that someday soon."
"I….I…it's….your welcome," she stuttered still unable to think.
Samantha just sat for a moment in silence and stared at the man who simultaneously drove her crazy with anger and passion at the same time. How did he do that to her? She didn't know, but she did know that she didn't want to be anywhere else in the world but right here with him right now.
"So, if you don't want to contact the CIA, then what do you plan to do?" she asked quietly.
"Well, when I am up to it, I plan to do my own little investigation into what went wrong and why I didn't get the backup and guns I needed," he replied. "If the answers I get are satisfactory then I will contact the CIA. For now, I just want to be "missing and presumed dead" as far as they are concerned and I guess that means you are, too, if you want to help me."
Samantha thought about the implications of that. Her family would be worried sick and possibly even mourn her death if they believed she were dead. But she wanted to be by Sands side through this and he would need her help to do what he needed to do.
"OK," she said flatly. "I'll help you."
"Good girl," he said and flashed her one of his brilliant smiles. She was beginning to love those lips as much as she had loved his eyes. There seemed to be no end to the ways this man could display his charm.
"I'll go round us up some breakfast," she said. She rummaged around in her suitcase for some new clothes and started to get changed.
Sands could hear her rustling around. "Are you taking your clothes off right there in front of me?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised in question.
"Um, well, yeah, you can't see me…so…" she replied.
"Believe me Sugarbutt, I don't have to see you to get turned on. Just the idea of you standing there naked is enough for me."
"Well, you had better just cool your jets, mister, cause you are in no shape to be thinking about anything other than resting right now," she replied, a laugh in her voice.
"You are no fun at all. There are creative ways we could…" he began.
"No! I am NOT going to call Dr. Vega and try to explain why and how your stitches somehow got ripped out," she retorted.
He smiled. "I'd pay money to hear that conversation."
"Yes, well that's why it WON'T be happening." She finished getting dressed, slipped on her shoes, and drove around looking for a restaurant to get some food.
