Atlantis Found (Dirk Pitt 15)

"Do what?"

"Sit on their legs. I can't bend mine that far, and if I could, they'd lose circulation and go numb."

"Men are like dogs, women like cats. Our joints are more limber than yours."

Pitt raised his hands languidly in the air and stretched. "So much for Sunday. Tomorrow it's back to studying oceanographic project reports for me and making trivial speeches in Congress for you."

"My term is up next year," she said slowly. "I'm thinking of not running for reelection."

He looked at her curiously. "I thought you said you were going to grow old in Congress?"

"I changed my mind. After seeing how happy Pat and Al are, I realized that if I ever want to have babies while I'm still able, I'd better find a good man and settle down."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this."

She threw him a mock, inquiring look. "Don't you want to marry me?"

It took a few moments for Pitt to absorb her words. "As I recall, I proposed marriage in the Sonoran Desert after the Inca Gold affair and you turned me down."

"That was then," she said airily.

"I never asked you again. How do you know I haven't had second thoughts?"

She stared into his eyes, not certain whether he was serious or simply being funny. "You've gotten cold feet?"

"Can we both really change our lifestyles?" he asked with a straight face. "You still have your seat in the House of Representatives and a luxurious town house in Alexandria. I have my apartment and car collection in an old rusty hangar with noisy aircraft taking off and landing overhead. How can we possibly work it out?"

She put her arms around him and stared at him through eyes misty with love. "I've had my day playing the independent, individualist woman. I enjoyed it. But now it's time to get practical. There are other projects I'd like to take on."

"Such as?"

"I've been asked to take over the directorship of the National Child Abuse Foundation."

"That takes care of the career. What about the lifestyle?"

"We can alternate-- one week here, one week in my town house."

"You call that practical?"

She suddenly became flippant. "I don't know what your problem is. We spend most of our free time together anyway."

He pulled her close and kissed her. "Okay, since you begged me nicely, I'll give some thought to marrying you."

She pushed him away and acted as if she were pouting, knowing full well he was teasing her. "On the other hand, I just may look around. There must be hundreds of men out there who would appreciate me.

I'm sure I can do better than Mister High-and-Mighty Dirk Pitt."

Pitt pressed her body against his tightly, stared into her violet eyes, and said softly, "Why waste your time? You know that's impossible."

"You're incorrigible."

"A lot can happen in the next year."

Loren curled her arms around his neck. "That's true, but the fun is in making it happen."

POSTSCRIPT

In 1960, archaeologists discovered the ancient bones of a woman on Santa Rosa, one of the channel islands off California. After she lay in the basement of the Santa Barbara museum for forty years, a team of scientists conducted sophisticated DNA and radiocarbon tests on the skeletal remains. Results revealed the bones to be as old as thirteen thousand years, making the lady the oldest known human skeleton found in North America.