QUEEN'S CACHE

THERE IS ONLY ONE WORD THOSE WHO SEEK TO UNCOVER THE DESERT'S SECRETS MUST REMEMBER... BEWARE! It was an evening of catering to her grandmother's request. One Val would have preferred to miss simply because it was too tempting. Archaeology had been her religion, but she'd put it behind her five years before. Had found a new life in D.C. A constricted, staid life. A boring life. A life where her heart didn't rule her head. Yet when her grandmother pulled a tall man in a turban, a diabolically delicious Arabian Knights jaw rimming beard, and a ridiculous dark tie sprinkled with pink happy faces from the crowd, time backed up five full years, putting her heart in jeopardy again. Harry Smith answered to two different names, but the one title he'd coveted since meeting Val Crosby had been husband. And things had gone decidedly to hell on that goal. It didn't look like any second chances would be offered, either. Then a bullet missed him and a miracle was in the making. He'd take it.