Free Lady of Heaven by Kathryn Le Veque Page A

for me?”
    She laughed
softly and he gave her a squeeze. “I’ll present it to the museum as a necessary
expedition. Or maybe I’ll present it as a work/study term. In any case, they’ll
pay my expenses.”
    “You’re going to
lie to them?”
    “No,” he assured
her. “But I will make you promise something in writing.”
    “In writing?”
she pulled back to look at him. “What’s that?”
    “That any
significant finds go to the Museum.”
    She shrugged.
“Sure,” she said. “I don’t have any use for any significant finds. But I want
to add a stipulation to that contract.”
    “What’s that?”
    Her eyes grew
misty. “That if we do find something at the end of all those clues, it will be
attributed to Fanny Sherburn.”
    He nodded
faintly. “Of course.”
    She smiled her
thanks, gazing up at the man and realizing he looked exhausted. “You’ve been up
all night,” she said. “Maybe you should get some sleep.”
    He sighed, his
dark gaze moving to the morning beyond the giant window. “I am tired,” he
admitted. “But I don’t want to miss this.”
    “Miss what?”
    He looked back
down at her. “Watching the sun rise with you.”
    She stared at
him. Then, the smile broke through. “You’re flirting again.”
    He shook his
head. “Untrue,” he responded. “Flirting is trivial. I mean every word.”
    There is was
something in his expression that made her believe him.
     

 
     
     
    November 21,
1922
                I
saw the pyramids of Giza today. Joy of joys! To imagine savage man as he built
these monstrous structures seems inconceivable.  Surely they had divine help!
                ~FS
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Twenty four days
later
    Cairo, Egypt
               
    The AirSwiss Flight had been a two
day affair from Los Angeles to Cairo.  There had been a direct flight to
Zurich, Switzerland, where Morgan had an eleven hour layover before continuing
on the four hour flight to Cairo.  She had flown coach and slept almost the
entire way, so it hadn’t been too terribly bad.  But her dreams, and her waking
moments, had been filled entirely with thoughts of Fox.
    The last week in England had been
something out of a romance novel. When she needed to be helping her mother with
Heaven’s Gate, she had been spending time with Fox.  They’d had several cozy
dinners and he proved that he was a fantastic cook.  He had taken her around
Bolton and shown her the sights, and one day he had taken her to see the
Tyldesley Rugby team play the Bowden Rugby club. 
    After the game, they had ended up
in the same pub as many of the Tyldesley players and Morgan had found out that
Fox had played two years with the club.  All of the players knew Fox, who had
the pleasure of introducing Morgan to his mates.  Immediately, the macho rugby
players focused in on her and Fox found himself fending off several amorous
friends.  But it had been great fun and something that still brought a smile to
Morgan’s lips when she thought of it.
     It has gotten better towards the
end of the week. While Fox was at work, Morgan had buckled down to help her
mother finish off what they could before they returned for the States,
including letting Fox and two assistants come and photograph the sarcophagus of
Hetep-Ankh-Sheri.  Fox had been very professional while photographing and
cataloguing, but at one point when Laura and both assistants had left the
library, he pulled Morgan into an amorous kiss that still made her hot to think
about it. 
    They hadn’t slept together yet but
it wasn’t because the sexual pull hadn’t been overwhelming; Morgan seemed to
back off when it came to that point, not wanting to submit to what she knew
would be an emotional experience she would never recover from. Morgan already
felt such an attraction to Fox that she couldn’t imagine what it would be like
once she turned herself over to him bodily.  She was terrified of losing
herself to him and then