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she whispered. She glanced at the water glass in her hand and sighed. “This should be vodka.”
    “Head injury, Cady.”
    “Yeah, I know,” she replied.
    “Let me help you.”
    Her jade eyes cased over me. “This is a personal matter. It doesn’t concern you.”
    “Whether you believe that or not, it concerned me the second you decided to go after him. Now, you can tell me what I need to know, to help you, or I will keep following you, keep hunting you down until you can’t sneeze without me handing you a tissue, no matter where you are.”
    She was livid. I could see it, but she had to understand. What we did together, the nights we’d hung out or had sex or whatever it was that we did, it had affected us both. She wasn’t willing yet to acknowledge that yet, but she knew it.
    “We need to keep this professional,” she said. “I can’t… I don’t want you jeopardizing this mission because of your feelings for me.”
    “Don’t worry about me, darling. Strictly professional.” I couldn’t help but poke at her a little. She scowled, but when she rolled her eyes, I knew she’d realized my intentions.
    “And no sex. I don’t want to be caught off guard.”
    “Now that’s just wrong,” I said. “You’re cutting me off.”
    “I think it’s safe to say that our relationship is too complicated for casual sex. We’re working together… for now,” she stressed those two words. “We need to keep this of a professional nature.” This time her lips turned up in a smug smirk.
    “You know, the bitchier you get, the more it turns me on,” I grinned at her. “I’ll try my darnedest to make my penis behave around you.” I saw it. She almost laughed. Instead, she covered it up with another scowl. Oh, yeah. This was going to be lots of fun. Tormenting her was going to be the best thing ever.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Cadence
    We took a train the rest of the way into Valonia. It was a three day trip, so I managed to convince Dylan that I could let my head heal on the way. He wasn’t happy, but he went along with it.
    He’d become quite protective of me lately, which both scared and thrilled me. I’d never had anyone willing to be my protector before, and I didn’t like the way it made me feel. I’d thought having a partner again would just slow me down, but instead it was the other way around. He was keeping me up.
    We were a few minutes outside of Valonia’s one international train station. We’d packed, not that we had a lot. It was one thing I liked about our similarities. We could travel light.
    Dylan put his hand over my forehead, pulling me back against his hard chest. I leaned against him, inhaling the spicy scent of his aftershave and enjoying the feel of his body against mine. “This is not professional, Bambi.”
    He chuckled, which sent a shudder of desire up my spine. “Nope. But I wanted to make sure you weren’t running a fever.”
    “You could just ask.” I pulled away and turned to face him. “Touching isn’t necessary.”
    He grinned and yanked me back to him, his arms surrounding me and his body flush against mine. The only place I could put my hands were on his chest but I couldn’t make myself push away. It felt too good to be in his arms. I gazed up at him, studying the hard jawline and the laugh lines he had along his mouth and the corners of his eyes. How much of a laugher did he have to be to be twenty-two and already have laugh lines?
    “Touching is always necessary.”
    He tilted his head toward me, and paused. “You’re not wearing any lipstick, are you?”
    The question was so unexpected that I laughed. “No. Not today.”
    “Good,” he whispered.
    His lips touched mine, electrifying me, hungrily devouring me. I was lost. His tongue slid along mine, sliding, writhing, like I’d imagined our bodies doing over the last few days. It seemed the less we touched regularly, the more I wanted him, the more I craved him. I was addicted.
    We parted, both of us gasping for