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question, sweetheart.”
    Annoyed at being called “sweetheart”, Savi turned off the safety on his gun, switching to a two-handed grip. “Don’t play games with me. Who sent you?”
    “ Nobody sent me. I told your ass I was on vacation.”
    Savi snorted. “Bullshit. On vacation carrying this shitty, government issue Glock? What are you, FBI? Interpol? The CIA would have armed you better.”
    “None of the above.”
    “Then who ?” she asked, taking a step closer. “A criminal would have shot me already, so I’m guessing you’re some Boy Scout type, right? So yeah… FBI.”
    Danger flashed in his eyes, but Savannah didn’t care. She was dangerous too, and she would bet her life that as long as it didn’t come down to hand-to-hand, she could beat him. And even then, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.
    “I bet I can figure out yours before you figure out mine,” he said, winking at her from the other side of her gun. “American, in Brazil. Prominent piece of shit murdered in a club all over the news earlier. The fact that I’m holding your Ruger right now… you’re CIA. Wet work. An assassin.”
    She rolled her eyes, more annoyed with herself than him. He’d only figured that out because of what she’d willingly told him. Hell, he was only here because she needed a distraction. That plan was working out beautifully – not.
    “Good for you, asshole. The last thing you’ll ever figure out, bravo.”
    “Thanks,” he said smirking. “What, I’m your next target? That why you lured me here?”
    She scowled. “ Lured ? Are you kidding? I didn’t have to put in any effort to get you up here, first of all. And second… no , you’re not a target, I guess. I don’t even know who you are!”
    Again, he grinned. “Sucks, doesn’t it, Miss Secret Agent Assas—”
    Savi’s move to disarm him was quick.
    Confused, he looked down at his now empty hand, as Savi grinned from the other side of both guns. He was so distracted by his attempt to tease her, she’d simply reached out and plucked the gun from his hand.
    She tucked his Glock behind her, in the waistband of her skirt, choosing her own weapon to point at him. “Now tell me who you are.”
    “You can put the gun down,” he said, lifting his hands. “It’s not that serious, we’re on the same side.”
    She moved her finger to the trigger, then lowered the gun to point at his groin. “ Who are you ?!”
    “Okay, shit . Special Agent Harrison Cole, DEA. And I really am on vacation, goddamn. Can you point that somewhere else?”
    “Fine.” She raised the gun, aiming the barrel at his chest. “Take off your clothes, Agent Cole.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “The hell? I’m not about to—”
    “ Take off your clothes, ” she said, loudly enough to speak over his refusal. “In case you’re wearing some type of transmission advice. Take off the clothes, or I can just put two between your eyes. Your choice.”
    Harrison looked at her for a long moment, his expression blank, and she moved the gun in a hurry up and get to it motion. He hesitated, then began muttering curses under his breath as he stripped out of his clothes. “Your ass is lucky I have a sister and a niece to look out for.”
    Savi smiled. “How noble of you.”
    “Whatever,” he muttered as he pulled his shirt over his head.
    Savi watched him with an odd sense of satisfaction as he tossed it to the floor, then toed his way out of his socks and shoes. His belt and shorts were next, and when he stood in front of her in nothing but his boxers, still straining with the erection that had started back at the hotel room door, he paused.
    “Those too,” Savi said with a shrug.
    He shook his head, and dropped the boxers.
    He was… incredible.
    Special Agent Harrison Cole, DEA, was covered all over in a rich, honey brown tone, tall and solidly built, with mouthwateringly chiseled arms. His chest was mostly smooth, just a tiny sprinkle of hair, but lower, there was more, leading