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together as if that was about all she had to brief us on. “Do you have any questions?”
    I did. “How will we make contact with you to keep you in the loop about our progress?”
    “Agent Frost will be close to you at all times,” she assured me. “And of course we’ll have a team of agents ready to mobilize quickly should the need arise or should your lives be in imminent jeopardy.”
    I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, but it was really, really hard. My personal assessment of Agent Frostbite was that he didn’t much care if we made it through or not. In fact, when I glanced at him across the table, he seemed far more interested in his manicure than in the topic at hand.
    And that meant that Dutch and I would have to look out for each other, which, I decided, wasn’t anything new.

Chapter Three

    T hat night back at the hotel my thoughtful fiancé drew me a delightfully warm bath and ordered me into it. Our room was actually a suite, and the tub was huge, so I wasn’t surprised when Dutch climbed in with me.
    “How’s your shoulder?” he asked, sitting behind me and working his fabulous fingers into my sore muscles.
    I replied with something witty like, “Oooh . . . ahhhh . . . yeah baby . . .”
    Dutch chuckled. “So, did you really think I was someone else today?”
    I sighed contentedly and leaned a little to the right so he could work my other shoulder. “Yep.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Dude, you look totally different.”
    “Different how?”
    “Different dangerous.”
    Dutch seemed to consider that.
    “Different sexy,” I added to keep those fingers moving.
    “Sexy?”
    “Yep. Like, Daniel Craig sexy.”
    “The double-oh-seven guy you keep telling me that if you two ever meet and the opportunity presents itself, you get to have sex with him and it doesn’t count as cheating?”
    I squeezed his knee. “Bingo.”
    Dutch’s fingers moved to the middle of my back. I wasn’t sure if he knew it yet, but he was definitely going to get lucky here in about three minutes.
    “Who’re you more attracted to?” he asked.
    “Daniel Craig.”
    Dutch’s soft laughter echoed off the wall. “Smart-ass.”
    “You walked right into that one, cowboy.”
    “Okay, okay,” he conceded. “So, James Bond aside, between me and Des Vries, who’re you more attracted to?”
    My radar pinged with a little warning. I’d just been asked a seriously loaded question and I was in danger of totally ruining the mood—not to mention a good massage. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, so glad I could once again stare into those midnight blues now that he’d removed the colored contacts. “Dutch Rivers, you are the sexiest man I have ever—and I do mean ever —seen, met, or heard of. You are manly beyond all imagination and you clearly rock my world both day and night.”
    Dutch’s eyes narrowed. “Des Vries,” he snorted. “I knew it.”
    “Are we really going to have this argument?”
    “Is it the goatee?”
    I sighed and leaned my head on his chest. “Yes, Dutch, it’s the goatee. Happy?”
    “It itches a little,” he admitted, scratching his chin.
    “Wanna see if it tickles too?” I cocked my head to look at him playfully.
    His eyebrows shot up. “What’d you have in mind?”
    I smiled wickedly. “Why don’t you and I have a little fun role-playing ? You can be the secret service agent, and I can be the Russian spy.”
    Dutch grinned. “Why, Svetlana, it’s so lovely to meet you. Have you been in D.C. for long?”
    “Oh, nyet , Agent Beefcakes, I am here for conference on being good vooman for mail-order brides.”
    As for the rest of that bubble bath? Well, let’s just say there wasn’t a whole lotta water left in the tub once Svetlana was finally carried off to bed.
     
     
    T he next day we arrived in Toronto on a commercial jetliner, which taxied to the hangar in the pouring rain. Dutch was decked out in another of those charcoal suits with a dark gray shirt and a metallic