ite a bit of it on several channels was nothing more than a recap
of yesterday's events and repeated reruns of the video footage.
Scanning up the channels, Cade found an old movie and half-watched it as his
mind chewed through the previous day's events the way he'd lived them and
survived some of them.
But his mind kept returning to Mandi. Her face, hair, shoulders, legs... the
sound of her voice... her smile...
He realized that some of what he was feeling and thinking came from her
natural attractiveness and having spent the day and most of the night with her,
but it seemed to Cade that he was feeling quite a bit more than he should for so
short a time together. That led him to wonder why, which somehow led him back to
her wildflower and honey scent.
Cade got up and went to the bathroom, but the maid had already cleaned the
room and taken Mandi's towel. No matter; the scent was still etched in his mind.
'Etched.' he thought, returning to the bed. 'Yeah, that was a word for it.
Unforgettable was another. Too much so?'
Could there be something about her scent that... well, that was as 'super'
as the rest of her? That maybe had left some kind of indelible chemical mark on
his brain?
With a chuckle, he caught himself and changed course. If it had left such a
mark on him, was it necessarily a bad thing? It would conjure explicit memories
of her. Cade's mind flashed on Mandi's exquisite legs and lovely face and he
decided that he could definitely live with that sort of a mark on his brain.
Unless Mandi -- or her scent, or whatever else about her -- created
disruptions of some sort, no biggie.
That was essentially his last conscious thought as sleep again overtook him.

Chapter Fifteen

Cade woke to the sounds of a phone ringing and pounding on a door, groggy as
hell and thoroughly disoriented. His watch read almost six o'clock. When he
tried to stand to go to the door, he staggered and fell back on the bed.
Dizzy as hell, too, and weak as a kitten. He made another effort to stand up
and headed for the door again. When he turned the handle, John and a guy from
Phil's team seemed startled to see him, then John rushed forward and steered
Cade back into the room. The other guy closed the door and followed.
John sat Cade down in the chair by the desk as the other guy answered the
phone and said, "Yeah. He's here. I think he might be sick, though. Yeah. Okay."