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    into the kitchen.
    “Sit.” He gestured toward the petite mahogany circular table that had come with the apartment and then
    turned toward a pot sitting on the stovetop.
    Her leg cramped, but she walked without a hitch to take one of the chairs, her mind fuzzing. Somehow
    Nate had found matching aqua placemats, ivory napkins, and pasta bowls. “I think I’ve entered the Twilight
    Zone,” she muttered, unfolding her napkin.
    Nate grinned, skirting the kitchen bar to dump aromatic pasta on her plate.
    The smile warmed her heart and spread to unfurl desire in her abdomen. She shook her head to focus.
    “I didn’t have fresh tomatoes and garlic.” Or Parmesan cheese, for that matter.
    “I hit the store first.” He served pasta into his bowl before reaching for a bottle of wine breathing on the
    counter. “Shiraz, if I remember right.” The light hit the dark red liquid as he filled two wineglasses.
    “You remember right,” she murmured, trying to find some sort of balance. The one man she’d ever
    loved, the only man she’d ever slept with, the one whose heart she had broken… had cooked her dinner.
    What in the holy heck was going on?
    He sat and glanced at the tidy and quaint kitchen. “Your place doesn’t reflect you much.”
    She looked around at sterile silver appliances and faded birch cabinets. No personal touches had been
    placed anywhere in the apartment, much less in the kitchen. “The apartment was furnished when I rented it,
    and I haven’t had time to nest.” In fact, she needed to be able to move in minutes if necessary.
    He nodded and took a swallow of the wine. “I found your ‘go bag’ hidden behind the false cabinet in
    the bathroom.”
    Her hand stilled in reaching for the wineglass. “Nosy, aren’t you?”
    He took another drink of the wine. “Who are you planning to run from?”
    She wrapped her fingers around the delicate stem. “You.”
    He didn’t move, but tension instantly spiraled around them. “Don’t lie to me, Audrey.”
    “Or what?” she asked, taking a sip of the potent wine, her breath speeding up.
    He leaned toward her. “Do you really want to know?”
    Hell, no. The scent of wild male, all Nathan, slammed into her, sending her system into overdrive. How
    could he be so sexy after all this time? Even with the new edge of danger riding him hard, he all but
    promised rough sex that would be worth it. “I’m not afraid of you, Nate.” She took a bigger swallow, her
    stomach heating instantly from both the man and the drink.
    His smile lacked humor. “Another lie. Knock it off.”
    Enough of this. She slid the wineglass to the side and leaned toward him, meeting his dark gaze. “Or.
    What?”
    His gaze dropped to her lips. “I’d forgotten that about you,” he mused, almost to himself.
    “What?” she asked, her voice thickening.
    His chin lifted, and he captured her gaze. “How you liked to push me to lose control.”
    There had been a time she would’ve loved to take his control. To prove she was special—the only
    woman to get past his training and the rigid rules he set for himself. “But you never did, did you?”
    “No.” He sat back. “I’m not lost and lovesick anymore. Believe me, after everything that has happened,
    you want me in control.”
    But did she? Nathan out of control, just for her? The imminent broken heart might be worth the pain.
    She twirled perfectly cooked angel hair pasta around her fork and took a bite, nearly humming at the
    explosion of flavors. She swallowed. “This is delicious. While I appreciate dinner, you need to leave
    afterward.” Before the men watching her discovered him.
    He smiled.
    Her heart dropped.
    Sampling his dinner, he swallowed before speaking. “I haven’t been clear. This is what is going to
    happen. First, you’re going to answer all of my questions, and then we’re going to come up with a plausible
    plan for you to get me into the commander’s base outside of DC. Finally, you’re