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of her, he was questioning her.
He had dressed in his jeans and left his feet bare. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean, narrow waist,
where his jeans cupped his gorgeous butt. Having her
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hands on his body again had been like a totally new
experience. She remembered him from their youth, but
their changes brought a whole new level of heat to their sex together. It would be wonderful if they could just pick up where they left off before she ruined everything. But eight years was a long time.
People change.
Feelings change.
Right now she had as many questions for him as he
probably had for her. Starting with where the hell had he been for these last eight years?
She'd searched for him for two years before giving up.
Although not completely. Every year on the anniversary of her dumb-ass mistake, she spent a day or two searching
again. Nothing. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the earth.
Now here he was in her kitchen. Every wish fulfilled.
Except he wasn't here for her. He was looking for Cliff and apparently prepared to use any method available to get
what he wanted from her.
He turned slowly from the stove, catching her
examination. Their gazes locked, and his tight expression relaxed into a smile. Try as she might, she couldn't hold out against that. Releasing an audible breath, she allowed the tension to ease from her body as she slid into the chair across from him.
"This looks great. I'm starving." She dug in, scooping a large forkful into her mouth. As she savored the spicy
sausage dish, a low moan escaped her lips.
"Babe, I'll take that as your approval of my cooking,"
he teased. "But keep moaning like that, and I'm likely to have you for dinner." The smile in his eyes promised erotic fun as images of what they had just done flashed through her mind. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, and she was sorely tempted. Shoving those thoughts aside, she
knew it was time to face the elephant in the room. She
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needed answers and needed them now.
"Nice try, Aidan. But it's not going to work. Before I cooperate with you any further, you have to answer a few of my questions." She watched his expression change to serious and wished there were another way.
"Fine. I'll answer as much as I can without
compromising myself. Carli, you have to know that a lot of what I do is on a need-to-know basis." She took a deep breath, thinking back to all the times she'd come up empty in her search for him.
Why would he disappear like that?
"Who do you work for?" When he didn't answer, she wondered why. It was a simple question, requiring a
simple answer.
He shifted in his seat, resting his arms behind his
head. "I work for a private government organization.
Before you ask which one," shifting again, "I'm not at liberty to divulge that information."
She slammed her hands down on the kitchen table. "Is this how it's going to be? I'll ask a question, any question, and you'll tell me you can't say? How about this? What
exactly has my brother done, and what evidence is there against him?
"There is some important intel your brother recently found that is now missing from his office along with him."
She waited for him to say more, but instead he sat
there with a tight–lipped, closed expression.
"What kind of intel?"
"You know I can't tell you that. All I can say is that it is of utmost urgency to national security."
"This is bullshit and you know it." She rose in one fluid motion, taking deep, calming breaths to recapture her composure. As casually as she could manage, she asked,
"Where have you been these past eight years?" To her dismay, her voice broke.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Clearly that wasn't
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the question he had been expecting.
"What? Why? What difference does it make?"
"It makes a difference to me, that's why." She heard her voice and cringed. She sounded so desperate.
"Why would my whereabouts make a
of her, he was questioning her.
He had dressed in his jeans and left his feet bare. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean, narrow waist,
where his jeans cupped his gorgeous butt. Having her
69
SURRENDER
hands on his body again had been like a totally new
experience. She remembered him from their youth, but
their changes brought a whole new level of heat to their sex together. It would be wonderful if they could just pick up where they left off before she ruined everything. But eight years was a long time.
People change.
Feelings change.
Right now she had as many questions for him as he
probably had for her. Starting with where the hell had he been for these last eight years?
She'd searched for him for two years before giving up.
Although not completely. Every year on the anniversary of her dumb-ass mistake, she spent a day or two searching
again. Nothing. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the earth.
Now here he was in her kitchen. Every wish fulfilled.
Except he wasn't here for her. He was looking for Cliff and apparently prepared to use any method available to get
what he wanted from her.
He turned slowly from the stove, catching her
examination. Their gazes locked, and his tight expression relaxed into a smile. Try as she might, she couldn't hold out against that. Releasing an audible breath, she allowed the tension to ease from her body as she slid into the chair across from him.
"This looks great. I'm starving." She dug in, scooping a large forkful into her mouth. As she savored the spicy
sausage dish, a low moan escaped her lips.
"Babe, I'll take that as your approval of my cooking,"
he teased. "But keep moaning like that, and I'm likely to have you for dinner." The smile in his eyes promised erotic fun as images of what they had just done flashed through her mind. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, and she was sorely tempted. Shoving those thoughts aside, she
knew it was time to face the elephant in the room. She
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needed answers and needed them now.
"Nice try, Aidan. But it's not going to work. Before I cooperate with you any further, you have to answer a few of my questions." She watched his expression change to serious and wished there were another way.
"Fine. I'll answer as much as I can without
compromising myself. Carli, you have to know that a lot of what I do is on a need-to-know basis." She took a deep breath, thinking back to all the times she'd come up empty in her search for him.
Why would he disappear like that?
"Who do you work for?" When he didn't answer, she wondered why. It was a simple question, requiring a
simple answer.
He shifted in his seat, resting his arms behind his
head. "I work for a private government organization.
Before you ask which one," shifting again, "I'm not at liberty to divulge that information."
She slammed her hands down on the kitchen table. "Is this how it's going to be? I'll ask a question, any question, and you'll tell me you can't say? How about this? What
exactly has my brother done, and what evidence is there against him?
"There is some important intel your brother recently found that is now missing from his office along with him."
She waited for him to say more, but instead he sat
there with a tight–lipped, closed expression.
"What kind of intel?"
"You know I can't tell you that. All I can say is that it is of utmost urgency to national security."
"This is bullshit and you know it." She rose in one fluid motion, taking deep, calming breaths to recapture her composure. As casually as she could manage, she asked,
"Where have you been these past eight years?" To her dismay, her voice broke.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Clearly that wasn't
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the question he had been expecting.
"What? Why? What difference does it make?"
"It makes a difference to me, that's why." She heard her voice and cringed. She sounded so desperate.
"Why would my whereabouts make a
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