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And maybe he wanted to know because it excited him to think she was wearing a weapon tucked somewhere out of sight.
    “Yes.”
    He let his gaze skim her body-hugging dress. “I hate to ask where it might be.”
    “Then don’t.”
    His eyes met hers. There was a flicker of something there—but then it went away and she looked determined. Professional. She opened her purse and lifted a Glock so he could see the grip.
    Shit, not what he’d pictured.
    Ivy laughed, and it startled him. “Where did you think I’d put it? Between my legs? That would be a bitch to walk around with.”
    Yeah, but the thought of a gun there…
    “Oh hell, you were picturing it, weren’t you? Men.”
    Dane held up his hands. “Guilty as charged. I’m shallow that way.”
    “You really don’t care that Ace is gay?”
    Talk about left field. He’d nearly forgotten Ace Martin as he’d thought about a gun nestled between Ivy’s thighs.
    “No, Ivy. I don’t care.”
    She lifted her shoulders and shrugged them as if working out a knot. “Some guys do. He’s not in the closet, precisely, but doing what we do… he’s not exactly out of it either.”
    “Understood.”
    “You aren’t going to say anything to the others?”
    “It’s not my place to discuss Ace’s sex life. Even if he thinks it’s his right to comment on you and me and how we fit into this mission.”
    Ivy had the grace to look embarrassed. “I might have gotten drunk a couple of times in the past. And I might have spoken at length about my asshole ex-husband and how he’d made it hard to trust other men. It happens.”
    Dane felt as though she’d jabbed him in the gut. “It’s not me who made it hard for you to trust men, Ivy. You were already that way when we met.”
    Her jaw tightened. “Yes, but you’re the first one I tried to trust. When it didn’t work out… well, let’s just say I’m not too inclined to try again.”
    He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her. Stroke her hair and tell her she deserved better than that. But he didn’t have that right.
    “Blame me if you need to,” he said softly. “But we both know it takes two to fuck up a relationship.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

    Ivy sank into the dark rounded booth against the wall and let her gaze slide around the room. The nightclub was a bit more upscale than she’d expected, with chrome and steel fixtures, marble-topped tables, and mirrors placed strategically around the space. The music was modern and couples gyrated out on the floor while waitresses in tight skirts and low-cut tops moved among the tables and took orders.
    “Not too many people here,” Ivy said.
    “It’s early. Give it two hours and it’ll be packed.”
    Ivy let her gaze meet Dane’s. As usual, a spark flared to life in her belly. She was getting really tired of that spark, dammit.
    “I really don’t want to be here in two hours.”
    He shrugged. “Not sure we have a choice, baby.”
    “Don’t call me baby,” she ground out.
    Dane gave her that lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat. Then he reached for her hand. “We’re happy, remember?”
    When he lifted her hand and brushed his mouth over her knuckles, she thought she might come right then and there because the sensation of pleasure racing through her was so intense. It was like there was a string between her hand and her clit and every brush of his lips against her skin tugged that string tighter.
    Ivy shifted and carefully extracted her hand. “No need to overdo it,” she murmured as she picked up the menu and studied it.
    Dane slid into the center of the booth and tugged her over until she was right up against him. Then he put an arm around her, one broad hand resting on her hip, and pretended to look at the menu. Or maybe he was looking at the menu. Honest to God, she couldn’t think. Her brain had short-circuited.
    “We’re staying at a romantic resort in the Keys, Ivy. We’re supposed to overdo it.” His voice in her ear was a growl