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came to her senses and pushed him away.
    “Uuu … uuu … uuuu!” With no voice, she could only sputter her disapproval using soft vowel sounds.
    Somehow he got the point anyway.
    “You, you! Cad? Beast? Maniac?” He laughed softly, looking totally nonplussed and unapologetic. “No? Not the word you had in mind? Come on. I’m not good at guessing games. You have to help me out here.”
    She glared at him.
    Smiling wickedly, he took her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. “Nasty sputter. You need water.”
    In the bathroom, he ran her a glass of water and handed it to her. “Drink it. Slowly.”
    As she drank, he turned her toward the mirror and pointed out the deep purple-blue specks forming in a line across her neck. “Tardieu spots. We’ll need a cover story.”
    “Wha…!” Those spots would not look good with a bikini! And since turtlenecks were pretty much out of fashion all year long in Hawaii …
    Her eyes stung. This was all just too much.
    “Ah, come on. Buck up, Tref.” He put his arm around her. “Those tiny bruises don’t look nearly as bad or as incriminating as that time we were naked in the hot tub in Palm Springs. You remember?”
    Unfortunately, she did. With high-definition, oh-I-can-feel-it-do-it-again clarity.
    He leaned in to whisper in her ear in a low, sultry voice, “I sucked on your lips.” He stared at them in the mirror.
    Caught in the memory, she licked them without thinking.
    The hot water in the hot tub had made their skin ripe and flush; everywhere they kissed and sucked each other had left a hickey. She’d never had so many hickeys in so many delightful, and obvious, places.
    “I sucked on your toes.”
    Her toes tingled at the thought as she tried not to wiggle them and definitely not to remember any more. Heaven knows he knew how to work her toes.
    He stroked her cheek. “Your cheek.” He nibbled her ear. She caught herself leaning into that nibble, almost hoping he’d thrust his tongue right in, too. As she arched her neck, it ached again, bringing her to her senses.
    Damn that man! How did he have such sensual power over her?
    She pulled away and pointed a finger at him in a stern movement that meant “Stop it!”
    He looked totally nonplussed.
    Back to business. She sniffed, waving her hands around wildly, hoping he caught her meaning—enough monkey business! And what do we do now?
    She strode out of the room with him following and pointed to the phone.
    “We can’t call the cops, Tref. You know that.”
    Yeah, I do.
    She gestured to the rooms next door, playing charades and trying to convey her concern for the others.
    “They’re safe enough. I’ll get someone on it and make sure. But I got a good enough glimpse of your attacker to be ninety-nine percent certain he belongs to the guys I’m after. I doubt he’ll hurt the others.”
    Her next question was tricky. She looked around for pen and paper. Not seeing any, she went to the bed and pulled the covers up, pointing at them.
    He was quick on the uptake. “You’re worried about my cover?”
    She nodded.
    “You think it’s blown?” He shook his head. “Could be, but I doubt it. I’ve been hanging around some shady dudes, the kind who like to know who they’re dealing with. They probably sent someone over to see if I was who I pretend to be. Suspicious bastards.” He laughed. “It won’t take me much to find out for sure what they were up to. In the meantime, my cover’s been staged pretty thoroughly. There’s nothing here to give me away.” He paused. “Except you.”
    She flinched, mouthed the words “What about me?” and pointed to herself. Fortunately, he knew her well and got her meaning.
    “What about you?” He shrugged. “Oh, that. They operate under the same principle as the Agency—leave no witnesses. I doubt he meant to kill you. Probably just wanted to choke you unconscious before you got a look at him.”
    Was that supposed to be reassuring? Somehow that “just”