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the company truck around the site in an effort to dispel the lingering frustration of having confronted Cirre earlier. Touring the northern perimeter, she eyed huge arsenals of supplies surrounded by six-foot-high cyclone fences. Stealing and pilferage weren’t unusual. Much of it could be halted by a good guard service, but she hadn’t been impressed with the guards she’d seen so far. As she drove up to a small annex gate, she met another truck coming out.
    Dominic Tobbar flashed a dazzling smile of welcome as he left his truck and sauntered over. He looked more vital and alive than she had yet seen him. She returned the smile, her heartbeat increasing from unexpected joy, as she said, “You look happier than usual.”
    He put one foot on the running board and rested an arm against the window frame. “Ordering those crane sheaves has done it.”
    “I’m glad. You seem like a new person.”
    He grinned at her warmly. “Better than my angry self.”
    Cait agreed. Again she felt unbalanced by him. Dave had been so steady, so consistent. But Dominic was volatile, unpredictable. Her voice lost some of its brightness. “You’re much easier to deal with when you’re in a good mood.”
    He grunted his assent. “If you haven’t given up on me yet, there’s no place to go but up, Cait. Believe it or not, I do laugh and tease and generally get along with the rest of the human race.”
    She laughed. “You could have fooled me! But then, things around here are tense, and I know what it can do to the men.”
    Dominic’s face was glistening with sweat, his golden eyes darkening with mirth. He took off his hard hat and wiped his forehead with the back of his bare arm. Cait felt his intense appraisal once again. A pulse leaped at the base of her throat. “You don’t look scarred,” he ventured.
    “What?”
    “Word gets around fast. I heard that you and Cirre locked horns earlier today. You must have won. I don’t see any bruises or stabs in the back.”
    “Don’t let the lack of wounds lead you into thinking he didn’t get to me,” she answered drily.
    He nodded. “You do a good job of hiding it, then.” He winked, gave the pickup a friendly pat and stepped away. “I’ll have to remember that. Anyway, I owe you one.”
    Cait started the engine and shifted gears. “Oh?”
    “For ordering the parts.” His face sobered. “I won’t forget it, Cait. You’re the first one who believed me enough to check on my complaints.” He flashed her a sudden smile. “It’s nice to know everyone doesn’t think I’m the reason we’re behind schedule.”
    As she guided the truck toward the office trailers, she felt giddy. He had used her first name. Why should she be so shocked? It rolled off his tongue like a deep purr from a contented jaguar.
    Her mind spun with questions. Had Cirre deliberately made Dominic a scapegoat for his own ineffectuality? Had he then convinced Campos that the engineer was the culprit? That and Hank Parker’s illness?
    She entered her office floating. Somehow, seeing Dominic Tobbar just naturally made her feel good. Filipo hurried to meet her at the door with a pile of phone messages.
    “Señor Louie Henning was able to get an earlier flight,” he said, gesturing wildly. “He is waiting in BA, Señora. Right now!”
    “BA?” she echoed, puzzled.
    Filipo shrugged eloquently. “Everyone refers to Buenos Aires as BA, Señora.”
    “I see. Well, send a pilot to get him. I’m sure Louie won’t mind waiting around for a couple of hours until someone gets there.”
    Filipo sighed dramatically. “But Señora, the pilot has left for the eastern portion of the project. He is due in at San Luis in a few hours with a load of badly needed parts for the pipeline division.”
    Cait frowned and rubbed her chin in thought. There was a plane at the airstrip, but no pilot. “No flights in our direction from Ezeiza?” she asked.
    “None, Señora. The pilot can make BA approximately eight hours from