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pillowcase, cooling her skin as well as hiding her dorky grin. Which made her feel even sillier still since there was no one around to see it.
She sighed and rolled onto her back, her entire body seeming to vibrate.
Oh, how good it had felt to be kissed, touched, to the point where she no longer recognized herself. She liked, no loved, who she’d turned into. And she wanted to get to know her better.
Wanted to get to know Mace better. A lot better.
Of course, that was an improbability. But just having those few minutes with him earlier…
The power of her sigh seemed to bow the windows outward.
She found herself absently touching her belly in much the same way she had been in recent weeks, yet differently. There was life in her and life all around her. Rainbows bursting with color and light even in the dark of night. Bright passion reminding her she had needs beyond her usual day-to-day grind.
“Friends. We’re just friends.”
She grasped the extra pillow on her queen-size bed and hugged it close, breathing in deeply, imagining she could still smell his cologne, still smell him.
She rolled on to her side again and stared at the clock. It was after midnight. She needed to be up early to work the breakfast shift. Then she needed to finish the Johnson account, follow up on two important quotes and work on a new logo for Ames Green Technology.
Why did she have the feeling she wasn’t going to be able to sleep?
And why didn’t she care?
She moved the pillow to rest between her thighs.
Wow.
She restlessly licked her lips and then replaced the pillows with her hands.
Oh, yes. That was much more like it…
She imagined it was Mace’s hand there still, stroking her, probing her, bringing her pleasure.
Her cell phone chimed once and her hands froze. Who would be texting her so late?
She rolled over to retrieve her cell from the nightstand.
Mace.
She held the bit of plastic and electronic wizardry against her chest and smiled that dorky smile again before even reading it.
“Really enjoyed tonight. Sweet dreams…”
She read and reread his words, taking notice of the ellipsis at the end, as if leading into something else.
“Stop it,” she ordered herself.
She accessed the text again and responded.
“’Night night. Sleep tight.”
She hesitated, then pressed Send.
She lay for long moments just holding the phone against her chest, then forced herself to put it back on the nightstand.
This could be dangerous, a little voice whispered.
But it would be oh, so worth it…
* * *
M ACE CHECKED HIS WATCH : one hour until transport.
The route from Norman’s hotel to the hall where he was scheduled to address a political rally was exactly 1.354 miles, and he was walking it one last time before being picked up and driven to the hotel.
Having spent a great deal of time in Colorado Springs, he’d always viewed Denver as the city’s older, bolder sister. Buildings were bigger, streets were wider and the citizens more nervy.
Having spent the majority of his career specializing in counter-terrorism, he knew a view from the street would help him note aspects he wouldn’t otherwise see; side entryways into commercial courtyards, parking garages that couldn’t be blocked, public buildings and private residences he couldn’t hope to cover. He’d walked it the day before; he was walking it again.
He’d gone over the intelligence the Lazarus team had gathered on possible suspects behind the threats made on General Stan “The Man” Norman’s life. The detail—including sheriff’s deputies and Norman’s private security—all had photos of the nine most likely, with special emphasis on the fact the threat could originate with more than one of them…or none.
The day was clear and seasonal for November, with temps around fifty degrees. Mace’s plain black suit, white shirt and nondescript tie were enough to identify him to fellow team members, but weren’t obvious enough that he stood out in the
She sighed and rolled onto her back, her entire body seeming to vibrate.
Oh, how good it had felt to be kissed, touched, to the point where she no longer recognized herself. She liked, no loved, who she’d turned into. And she wanted to get to know her better.
Wanted to get to know Mace better. A lot better.
Of course, that was an improbability. But just having those few minutes with him earlier…
The power of her sigh seemed to bow the windows outward.
She found herself absently touching her belly in much the same way she had been in recent weeks, yet differently. There was life in her and life all around her. Rainbows bursting with color and light even in the dark of night. Bright passion reminding her she had needs beyond her usual day-to-day grind.
“Friends. We’re just friends.”
She grasped the extra pillow on her queen-size bed and hugged it close, breathing in deeply, imagining she could still smell his cologne, still smell him.
She rolled on to her side again and stared at the clock. It was after midnight. She needed to be up early to work the breakfast shift. Then she needed to finish the Johnson account, follow up on two important quotes and work on a new logo for Ames Green Technology.
Why did she have the feeling she wasn’t going to be able to sleep?
And why didn’t she care?
She moved the pillow to rest between her thighs.
Wow.
She restlessly licked her lips and then replaced the pillows with her hands.
Oh, yes. That was much more like it…
She imagined it was Mace’s hand there still, stroking her, probing her, bringing her pleasure.
Her cell phone chimed once and her hands froze. Who would be texting her so late?
She rolled over to retrieve her cell from the nightstand.
Mace.
She held the bit of plastic and electronic wizardry against her chest and smiled that dorky smile again before even reading it.
“Really enjoyed tonight. Sweet dreams…”
She read and reread his words, taking notice of the ellipsis at the end, as if leading into something else.
“Stop it,” she ordered herself.
She accessed the text again and responded.
“’Night night. Sleep tight.”
She hesitated, then pressed Send.
She lay for long moments just holding the phone against her chest, then forced herself to put it back on the nightstand.
This could be dangerous, a little voice whispered.
But it would be oh, so worth it…
* * *
M ACE CHECKED HIS WATCH : one hour until transport.
The route from Norman’s hotel to the hall where he was scheduled to address a political rally was exactly 1.354 miles, and he was walking it one last time before being picked up and driven to the hotel.
Having spent a great deal of time in Colorado Springs, he’d always viewed Denver as the city’s older, bolder sister. Buildings were bigger, streets were wider and the citizens more nervy.
Having spent the majority of his career specializing in counter-terrorism, he knew a view from the street would help him note aspects he wouldn’t otherwise see; side entryways into commercial courtyards, parking garages that couldn’t be blocked, public buildings and private residences he couldn’t hope to cover. He’d walked it the day before; he was walking it again.
He’d gone over the intelligence the Lazarus team had gathered on possible suspects behind the threats made on General Stan “The Man” Norman’s life. The detail—including sheriff’s deputies and Norman’s private security—all had photos of the nine most likely, with special emphasis on the fact the threat could originate with more than one of them…or none.
The day was clear and seasonal for November, with temps around fifty degrees. Mace’s plain black suit, white shirt and nondescript tie were enough to identify him to fellow team members, but weren’t obvious enough that he stood out in the
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