10
LYNNE
“We have fourteen graduate students and at least sixty volunteers working on the site at all times,” I told Connor as I gave him a tour of the site.
“Where do you get your volunteers?” he asked.
“Mostly people who sign up to work here as part of their vacation, students looking for extra credit, Indiana Jones wannabes.”
Two Egyptian fighter jets flew directly overhead as we continued the tour. “This is a military zone,” I told him. “I feel like they’re always watching us, waiting for us to expose our true intentions.” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my faded jeans. I wore a tan fedora that shielded my face from the sun. Too bad it couldn't shield me from his gaze. He had the most seductive eyes…
“What would they do if they did find out?” Connor put on his sunglasses.
