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certainly remembered the bullet that had landed him in a hospital bed for over a week; but as an undercover agent, bullets were a possible job hazard. Julia had been attacked on a date. Big difference.
    Julia stirred again, moving from her side to her back, and shifting the comforter in the process. That shift exposed her breasts. She was wearing a gown and a robe, but the robe had opened, and he could see the outline of her nipples.
    Too bad Milo’s infrared couldn’t read Russ’s dirty thoughts. There would have been no doubts about Julia being his fiancée. Well, Milo wouldn’t have had doubts about the attraction being real, anyway.
    Oh, it was real, all right.
    And the bed sharing hadn’t helped. It also hadn’t helped that he’d slept on top of the covers so there wouldn’t be any skin-to-skin contact between them. All through the night, Russ’s body hadn’t let him forget that he was in bed with an attractive woman.
    Thankfully, Russ didn’t have to pretend to have sex with her. Since Milo thought Julia had given birth just two weeks ago, that gave Russ and her an excuse not to take the pretense to the next level.
    Russ saw her eyes open. There was that sleepy flash of ice blue, before she gasped and tried to scramble away from him. She obviously wasn’t accustomed to waking up in bed next to a man.
    He didn’t say anything, just gave her a few moments to pull out of the sleepy haze.
    “Oh,” she murmured, and she swiveled around so she could see Emily.
    “She’s still asleep,” Russ whispered.
    Julia made a small sound of relief and sat up, her robe shifting again. He caught a glimpse of the scar at the top of her right breast.
    She looked at his damp hair and his bare chest. “You showered already?”
    He nodded. “About an hour ago. I washed out my shirt, since I don’t have a change of clothes.” He’d been as quiet as possible, so he wouldn’t wake anyone. And then he’d gotten some work done on her laptop. “I figured, with only one bathroom, I’d better get in and out before Zoey or you needed it.”
    He glanced at her breast again and bit back a groan.
    “Any news about the meeting?” she asked. Was it his imagination, or did she dodge looking at his chest, as well?
    “No. Silas should call soon.” He paused and tried not to look at her. “Are you having second thoughts?”
    “Yes,” she admitted, “but I’m going through with it anyway.”
    “You’re a brave woman,” Russ said.
    “Right. Remind me of that when it looks as if I want to turn and run.”
    Oh, he would. But what he couldn’t seem to do was keep his mind off her breasts.
    Julia’s gaze dropped down to her partially exposed breast, and she gasped again. She tried to cover it up, but Russ caught onto her hand.
    “It’s okay,” he said, keeping his voice emotionless.
    She shook her head and her eyes watered. She obviously wasn’t used to anyone seeing her old wounds.
    Russ didn’t think. He just leaned over and dropped a kiss on the scar. The moment his lips touched her warm, musk-scented skin, he knew it was a whopper of a mistake. His sympathetic brain was trying to assure Julia that she was beautiful, with or without scars, but that stupid, brainless part of him below the waist assumed this was foreplay.
    He got rock hard.
    And he waited for Julia to slap some sense back into him.
    But she didn’t.
    She caught onto his face with both hands. Maybe to stop him from kissing her again, but she didn’t push him away, and she kept her touch gentle. She stared at him with those now-hot-blue eyes.
    “I can’t,” Julia whispered. “I mean, I haven’t. I won’t…and I can’t.”
    Russ tried to process that semibabble—was she saying she was a virgin? It would fit. The attack had left her with physical and emotional scars. But the virginity didn’t fit with the rest of her. She was beautiful by anyone’s standards, and certainly, after twelve years, some guy had to have been able to help her get past