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that left a whole lot of leg exposed. Smooth, sleek legs that could feed a man's fantasies.
He forced himself to concentrate on security. "You can't get too comfortable up here. We're as close to being sitting ducks as we can get."
"I suppose," she said, easing herself onto a lounge chair and stretching out her legs. "But it's just about the most perfect spot anyone could want to be."
Kyle had to agree. He settled into the chair opposite her and allowed himself to relax a little. The sun was beginning to sparkle on the water, burning off the morning haze. The waves were gently lapping at the boat in a peaceful rocking motion. Birds were singing as gulls squalled and dove for breakfast. The morning was clear and bright with a slight nip in the air.
"Are you warm enough?"
"I'm chilly, but it's invigorating, not uncomfortable."
He nodded, feeling the same. The sun would warm them before too long. It had already cleared the horizon and was moving upward like a brilliant ball of fire.
They sat in silence for a while, enjoying their coffee and absorbing the peaceful beauty around them. Neither of them had known much peace these past few weeks, so it seemed a rare and welcome pleasure.
"I guess I really conked out on you last night. You didn't have any problems, did you?"
"Not a thing. I explored a little, had something to eat and did some fishing."
"Did you see anything out of the ordinary?"
"Just a few other boats and some late-night fishermen. Nothing suspicious or threatening."
Rianna sighed, resting her head against the back of the chair and closing her eyes. "Sounds wonderfully dull."
"It was," agreed Kyle, gazing out over the water.
Margie would have loved it here.
The image of his former partner slipped into his thoughts, unbidden. She'd had dark, wild curls that were always out of control. Her eyes had been dark brown, too.
Normally, the memories were too painful, so Kyle kept them buried where they couldn't rub him raw with bitterness and frustration. But Margie had been on his mind a lot during this assignment, a result of working with another female operative.
She'd tackled life head-on, as if it were a great, unending adventure. Born and raised in the city, she'd loved doing anything outdoors, exploring new places and tackling new challenges, but it was that same daring personality that had cost her life.
Even the good memories made his jaw clench and his chest tight. For a long time, he'd been mad as hell at her for risking her life and abandoning him. Now he just felt sad at the loss of her life. Sad, and determined that Haroldson should pay.
Shaking his head to dismiss the images, he turned his attention back to Rianna. She could easily distract a man from troubling thoughts. He studied the smooth curve of her cheeks and noticed how perfectly her hair framed her face.
"I'm guessing that's your natural hair."
She reached up to tuck the ends behind her ears. "This is the real thing, and what a relief to be rid of those awful wigs."
"I'll bet. I'm sure glad to be rid of the mustache. It itched like hell."
"And contacts," they chorused, sharing a grin.
Kyle stared into her lovely, smiling eyes for a moment. Their natural color was a mixture of green and gray. It surprised him to realize how much pleasure he derived from just her smile. It warmed him.
The temperature cooled when she averted her gaze. He watched as a frown marred her features, and suddenly wished for the power to keep her safe and smiling. He wanted to destroy anything that threatened her, to eliminate anything that might motivate her to put her life at risk. The depth of the emotion made him edgy and restless.
"How long do you think we'll be able to stay here?" she asked, obviously sensing a need to distract him.
"A few days. Maybe through next weekend. I'm betting Sullivan will want you in D.C. the following week, at the latest."
She nodded and closed her eyes again. Kyle couldn't seem to drag his gaze away from her. He knew it
He forced himself to concentrate on security. "You can't get too comfortable up here. We're as close to being sitting ducks as we can get."
"I suppose," she said, easing herself onto a lounge chair and stretching out her legs. "But it's just about the most perfect spot anyone could want to be."
Kyle had to agree. He settled into the chair opposite her and allowed himself to relax a little. The sun was beginning to sparkle on the water, burning off the morning haze. The waves were gently lapping at the boat in a peaceful rocking motion. Birds were singing as gulls squalled and dove for breakfast. The morning was clear and bright with a slight nip in the air.
"Are you warm enough?"
"I'm chilly, but it's invigorating, not uncomfortable."
He nodded, feeling the same. The sun would warm them before too long. It had already cleared the horizon and was moving upward like a brilliant ball of fire.
They sat in silence for a while, enjoying their coffee and absorbing the peaceful beauty around them. Neither of them had known much peace these past few weeks, so it seemed a rare and welcome pleasure.
"I guess I really conked out on you last night. You didn't have any problems, did you?"
"Not a thing. I explored a little, had something to eat and did some fishing."
"Did you see anything out of the ordinary?"
"Just a few other boats and some late-night fishermen. Nothing suspicious or threatening."
Rianna sighed, resting her head against the back of the chair and closing her eyes. "Sounds wonderfully dull."
"It was," agreed Kyle, gazing out over the water.
Margie would have loved it here.
The image of his former partner slipped into his thoughts, unbidden. She'd had dark, wild curls that were always out of control. Her eyes had been dark brown, too.
Normally, the memories were too painful, so Kyle kept them buried where they couldn't rub him raw with bitterness and frustration. But Margie had been on his mind a lot during this assignment, a result of working with another female operative.
She'd tackled life head-on, as if it were a great, unending adventure. Born and raised in the city, she'd loved doing anything outdoors, exploring new places and tackling new challenges, but it was that same daring personality that had cost her life.
Even the good memories made his jaw clench and his chest tight. For a long time, he'd been mad as hell at her for risking her life and abandoning him. Now he just felt sad at the loss of her life. Sad, and determined that Haroldson should pay.
Shaking his head to dismiss the images, he turned his attention back to Rianna. She could easily distract a man from troubling thoughts. He studied the smooth curve of her cheeks and noticed how perfectly her hair framed her face.
"I'm guessing that's your natural hair."
She reached up to tuck the ends behind her ears. "This is the real thing, and what a relief to be rid of those awful wigs."
"I'll bet. I'm sure glad to be rid of the mustache. It itched like hell."
"And contacts," they chorused, sharing a grin.
Kyle stared into her lovely, smiling eyes for a moment. Their natural color was a mixture of green and gray. It surprised him to realize how much pleasure he derived from just her smile. It warmed him.
The temperature cooled when she averted her gaze. He watched as a frown marred her features, and suddenly wished for the power to keep her safe and smiling. He wanted to destroy anything that threatened her, to eliminate anything that might motivate her to put her life at risk. The depth of the emotion made him edgy and restless.
"How long do you think we'll be able to stay here?" she asked, obviously sensing a need to distract him.
"A few days. Maybe through next weekend. I'm betting Sullivan will want you in D.C. the following week, at the latest."
She nodded and closed her eyes again. Kyle couldn't seem to drag his gaze away from her. He knew it
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