The Pirate & The Adventurer & The Cowboy

Moorcroft."

    Rafe waited in stony silence.

    This was going to be hard, Margaret thought. Resolutely she gathered her courage. "I had not seen or heard from Jack Moorcroft since that debacle last year until he showed up out of the clear blue sky on the Saturday before I was due to come down here."

    "Just a friendly visit, right?"

    "No, you know very well it was not a friendly visit. He said he thought you might be plotting against him. He told me that since last year he's had the impression you were gunning for him. He thinks you're out to get him."

    "I never said Moorcroft was a stupid man. He's right."

    "He also said that he would give a great deal to know exactly what you were planning."

    "Why didn't you mention the little fact that you'd seen him before you came down here?"

    "Are you kidding? The last thing I wanted to do was mention Moorcroft to you. Keeping quiet was an act of pure self-defense. The last time I got between the two of you I got crushed, if you will recall."

    "Damn it, Maggie…"

    "Besides, I told him to take a flying leap. I made it clear I considered myself out of it. I did not work for him any longer. I owed him nothing this time around. I told him I was going to Tucson for my own personal reasons and that was that."

    "And he accepted your answer?"

    "Rafe, I swear I haven't communicated with him since that Saturday and I certainly have not handed over any of your precious secrets to him. I don't even know any of your secrets."

    "You saw the Ellington file."

    "I saw it for the first time this afternoon." Margaret closed her eyes and then opened them to pin him with a desperate gaze. "Rafe, I can't prove any of this. I am begging you to believe me. If Moorcroft has numbers he shouldn't have, then you must believe he got them from someone else. Please, Rafe. I love you too much to betray you."

    "Revenge is a powerful motivator, Maggie," Rafe finally said quietly.

    "More powerful for you than for me, Rafe."

    "Are you sure of that?"

    "I love you. When you came back into my life you opened up a wound I had hoped was healed. I was angry at first and frightened. And I didn't know if I could trust you. But I knew for certain the first night I was here that I still loved you."

    "Maggie…"

    "Wait, let me finish. Julie said something about what it had cost you in pride to find a way to get me back. She was right. I realize that now that I'm standing here trampling all over my own pride in an effort to get you to trust me enough to believe in me. Please, Rafe, don't ruin what we've got. It's too precious and too rare. Please trust me. I didn't betray you."

    "You love me?"

    "I love you."

    "Okay, then it must have been Hatcher, after all."

    Margaret blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

    "I said it must have been Hatcher who gave Moorcroft the numbers. He's been acting weird for the past six months or so, but I wasn't sure he would have the guts to actually sell me out. Hatcher's not what you'd call a real gutsy guy. Still, you never can tell, so I put some garbled preliminary information into the Ellington file to see what would happen."

    "Rafe, will you please be quiet for a moment. I am having trouble following this conversation."

    His brows rose. "Why? You started it."

    She eyed him cautiously, uncertain of his mood. For one horrible second she thought he was actually laughing at her. But that made no sense. "Are you saying you believe me?"

    "Maggie, love, I'd probably believe you if you told me you could get me a great deal on snowballs in hell."

    She was dumbfounded. Slowly she sank into the nearest chair. "I don't understand. If you believe me now, why didn't you believe me a while ago when you asked if I'd seen Moorcroft?"

    "Maggie, I did believe you," he reminded her patiently. "I asked you if you'd seen him before you left Seattle and you, with your usual straightforward style, told me you
had
seen Moorcroft, remember? You didn't deny it."

    "But you didn't let me explain. You told me I had to answer yes or no."

    "All right, I'm guilty of wanting a simple answer. I should have known that with you the explanation would be anything but simple. There are always complications around you, aren't there, Maggie? And you ran out the door without bothering to try to explain. What was I supposed to think?"

    "That I would never have come down here for revenge," Maggie declared in ringing tones. "You should know me well enough to know that."

    "Maggie, I know for a fact to what lengths