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nervous beat. She hardly knew him, but the attraction was almost animal.
    In an attempt to distract herself, she looked back at the memorial and said, “I think this is my favorite too. I’ve been down here dozens of times, but never at night. It’s surprisingly beautiful.”
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, wrapping his warm arms around her.
    A shiver chased across her skin. He was so big and strong and hard, and she thought briefly about Mick’s concerns. But she’d seen nothing tonight to make her worry. Maybe she should be scared, but instead, she wanted to peel away his layers and learn more. Did he like dogs or cats? What kind of music did he listen to? What turned him on?
    Well, actually, based on the evidence pressed tight to her lower back, she was pretty sure she did. It was either her or the ghost soldiers.
    She rotated in his arms and ran her palms along the brick wall of his chest, feeling every ridge and ripple as she worked her way down his ribs. His hold tightened around her waist and he cradled her head in his giant hand. She had only a second to register the desire in his dark eyes before he captured her mouth.
    His lips were soft but insistent, his tongue molten as he licked and teased his way inside. Her body buzzed with energy and heat pooled between her thighs as she and Colin waged intimate battle.
    He won.
    She wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap herself around him, and feel him deep inside. She was wanton and mad. God, what the hell was wrong with her?
    He cupped her ass, and she forgot to care.
    He broke the kiss with a low groan, his breath coming fast and heavy. “Stay with me tonight.”

    “It’s nine a.m., Jay.”
    Jenna’s eyes popped open to see Mick’s face just inches away from hers. Close enough to kiss. And, oh God, how she wanted to know what he tasted like. Last night, she’d been too tired and numb to want anything but comfort, and he’d surprised her by sensing that. Now, though, wide awake in the light of day with his warm breath on her neck, something coiled in her belly at the sight of him.
    He watched her, his pupils dilating until only a small ring of bright blue remained. “Breakfast is ready,” he said.
    And then, just like that, he stood, breaking the spell he’d cast. Why did he always have this effect on her? He was like fire. He mesmerized and danced and teased, but if she ever gave in and grabbed hold, she was sure she’d get burned.
    Despite the goodness she could see in him, she knew deep in her soul that he’d break her heart if she let him. But the more time she spent with him, the less she cared. Which was stupid. She gave herself a mental shake. Lust was a fool’s game, and she was better than that. When she finally gave her heart to a man, it would be for keeps, and he wouldn’t be an unpredictable adrenaline junky like Mick.
    Besides, she had more important things to think about, like who was gunning for her. The only important thing was to get her life back. She shot to her feet and grabbed her clothes from the coffee table where Mick had left them folded after they came out of the dryer.
    Somehow it seemed fitting that all she had left in the world was wash-and-wear funeral clothes.
      More aware of her surroundings this morning, she took in the decor of his home as she crossed the small living room. The condo had crown moldings, neutral colors, and plush beige carpeting, but that’s where the designer touches ended. The only furnishings were the green futon she’d slept on, a scarred coffee table, two stools at the breakfast bar, and the huge flat-screen TV on the wall. No pictures, knickknacks, or plants. The word sterile popped to mind.
    As she headed to the master bath through the bedroom, it became instantly clear that this was the only room where Mick worried about making an impression. A cherry sleigh bed took center stage, flanked by matching nightstands and neatly covered with a dark maroon bedspread. This room