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nearest parking lot. This was ridiculous. She didn’t even know if he’d driven to the Yard.
    She scanned the lot for his Land Cruiser. It wasn’t there.
    Dammit. Why the hell did she have to have so much pride?
    She returned to the building, to her cubicle. She didn’t have his phone number but could probably get it through Mara. Or she could e-mail him.
    She glanced at her watch. She was supposed to put in another hour today. She drummed her fingers on the desk.
    After her cold treatment of him, she had to do more than send him an e-mail. He’d probably think she was e-mailing him about the Somalia op and delete it unopened—if he hadn’t blocked her already.
    She’d go to his place. If he wasn’t home, she’d wait. She left Mara a voice mail, packed up her laptop and the report she’d been editing, and headed to the Metro. She could work on the train and while she waited in front of Keith’s town house.
    With every Metro stop, she reconsidered her decision.
    What the hell was she afraid of? That a great guy who turned her on to an insane degree might actually be interested in her? Or that he was far too good, too cool, too perfect, for a woman like her?
    Yeah, she had her insecurities. And it was time to let them go. Either they’d hit it off or they wouldn’t. But she had to give him a chance.
    By the time her train reached East Falls Church, she’d gotten a grip on her nerves. His town house was a quick walk from the station. Finally, at his door, she took a deep breath and rang the bell.
    A minute passed. Two. She knocked again. Her heart pounded in time to the passing seconds. Her resolve to wait for him to get home flailed. She’d leave. Get his number from Mara and call him.
    She turned just as the door opened and whirled to face him, her heart fluttering as she took in his unwelcoming expression. “What the hell, Trina? It’s not bad enough you handed me my ass at your office? You need to come to my home and kick me in the balls too? No, thanks.” He stepped back and slammed the door.
    The bang echoed in the quiet afternoon. Her face reddened. Okay, maybe this reaction was what she’d feared. But if he could grovel like a champ, so could she.
    She rang the bell again. And again.
    Finally, the door jerked open. “I will never answer your questions about Somalia. So unless you came over to watch me jack off, you need to leave.”
    She set her laptop bag in the doorway and grasped his shirt as she stepped up to bring them chest to chest. “I’m here to help you jack off.”
    His jaw settled into a firm line of distrust. “Are you for real? You seriously expect me to believe you changed your mind after the way you walked out at the Navy Yard?”
    Her heart pounded. She couldn’t believe she was being this forward, but dammit, she had nothing left to lose. “I don’t expect you to believe it,” she said, echoing his words from yesterday. “But it’s true.”
    The tension in his jaw relaxed a titch.
    She pressed closer to him and tightened her grip on his shirt. “I’m sorry, Keith. I’m a fool. I should have accepted your apology and dinner invitation. Can I have a do-over?”
    He held her gaze for a long moment, then he slowly slid his hands around her waist and pressed her body against his, lifting her slightly as he lowered his head and kissed her.
    She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. The kiss was hot, deep, and left no doubt it would lead upstairs and into his bedroom.
    Keith broke the kiss. “You sure this is what you want, Trina?”
    Her answer was a kiss, followed by more as she traced his jaw, enjoying the feel of the slight abrasion of afternoon stubble against her lips. She kissed downward, over his throat, down his neck, to the closed buttons on his shirt. She paused and undid the top button, then licked the bare skin revealed underneath.
    Keith scooped her up with one arm, swiped her bag inside the enclosed stairwell with his foot, then closed the door and slid the