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you get to be so nice?”

      “I’m not that nice.”

      “Liar.”

      He shook his head, and then he kissed her again. A long, slow, deep kiss as they fell backward onto the awful bed. He lifted her shirt, patiently moving first the right side, then the left. They parted, but only so he could pull it over her head. Where it went after that, she had no idea. But the move did rouse her to finish the job she’d started before. His jeans were already undone, so she pulled and tugged until they were off.

      Eventually, they were naked. Boone had maneuvered them into the traditional position, then pulled the covers up to their waists. She rested now, her head in the crook of his arm, her leg curled over his, touching as much of him as she could.

      “It’s late,” he said.

      “So?”

      “You have to be exhausted.”

      She moved her hand down to his cock. Bless his little testosterone-laden body, he was still hard. “Make love to me until I fall asleep.”

      He laughed again, but a moment later, he was over her, his legs between hers, his hands on either side of her head. One kiss, fast, then a nibble on her chin. Before she could even react, he’d moved down to her chest, to her breasts, and his tongue painted slow circles around and around, coming near, but not touching her nipples.

      She reached for him and tugged at his hair, letting him know that teasing was fine and good, but damn.

      A quick study, he took her right nipple between his teeth, not biting, just holding, and then he licked and sucked until she was squirming and pulling his hair a lot harder.

      He stopped but only long enough to torment her left nipple in the same dastardly fashion. The only thing she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and ride it out.

      By the time he’d moved down, she was ready. As much as she loved the whole foreplay thing, that wasn’t what she wanted now. She pushed herself up by her elbows, and that got his attention.

      “What?” he whispered, his voice as thick and low as his tongue.

      “Please,” she said. “I want you in me.”

      He didn’t move for a long moment, and she thought he was going to ignore her, especially when he bent his head. But all he did was kiss the top of her mound, then the top of each thigh. He rose up, so tall, his shoulders so wide and strong. His hands brushed her sides, moving slowly upward until he had to brace himself or fall.

      She’d never wanted like this before. Not with the boy she’d thought she’d loved in college, not with the men she’d hoped would become the one. She opened herself to Boone, and when he pushed himself inside her, she felt something shift. She couldn’t have said where, except it was awfully close to her heart.

      She folded herself around his body and wished again that she could see his eyes. In the end, it didn’t matter. She knew who he was. And she knew who she was with him.

       13

      WHEN SHE GOT UP THE NEXT TIME, she was alone in the bed. Boone was gone, and her heart sank, missing him. She listened, but she didn’t hear talking, or walking, or Milo, and she was instantly afraid.

      After pulling on her clothes, she padded to the door in Boone’s socks, opening it slowly. No one was in the living room. Had she dreamt that Seth and Kate had spent the night? Listening again, she still heard nothing. Even though she really needed to use the bathroom, there was no way until she found out what was going on.

      Where was Boone? Maybe he’d taken Milo out? She hoped that was it, but since nothing good had happened in such a long time, she didn’t count on it.

      Quietly, she went through the living room, scoping it out. No bags, no clothes, nothing that said Seth and Kate were there or ever had been.

      The kitchen was empty, too. But there was a note on the table and the coffee was almost finished dripping. Christie let out a breath as she picked up the note. Okay. Boone had Milo, and they were just out front. Which was good, because it occurred to her that she had forgotten the gun.

      It was no contest what she had to do next, and it had nothing to do with a gun. In the bathroom, Boone had kindly left a brand-new toothbrush, which she used with his toothpaste. She needed a shower, but she had no clothes to change into. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t want to risk being that vulnerable when Boone was out, even if he was just on his front lawn.

      Retreating to the bedroom, she thought she could at least change socks. Maybe find a T-shirt that wouldn’t be too big. Opening his top drawer, she found his boxers, which was kind of fun, especially the black silk ones, but no socks. Those were in the next drawer over. She grabbed a pair, and saw the edge of a picture underneath the rest. She pushed the socks aside, and her heart leapt to her throat.

      It was a picture of Boone and Nate. Just the two of them. They were sitting on a bunk in an almost bare room. They had duffel bags by their feet, and light camo pants. They wore white T-shirts with their dog tags dangling from their necks. Nate had his arm around Boone, and they were both laughing. She’d never seen Boone look like that, not once. He was happy, goofing. Looking a lot younger, although she knew it wasn’t that long ago, because Nate had his goatee. He’d only worn it for a short while, about two years ago.

      They were in the Balkans. Where everything had gone to hell. This must have been taken pre-trouble.

      Just looking at her brother and the man he’d sent to save her, made her knees tremble and tears come to her eyes. She missed him, goddammit. Missed him so much it made every part of her hurt.

      “That was a damn good day.”

      She jumped at Boone’s voice, and a second later, at Milo rubbing against her leg. “Don’t do that.”

      “Sorry. I thought you heard the door.”

      Boone had showered. He looked awfully good in khaki pants and a gray T-shirt, with his hair a little damp, and he must have just shaved because his jaw was so smooth. She swallowed, remembering last night, how he’d made her quiver. She looked back at the picture, not wanting him to see the heat in her cheeks. “What were you laughing about?”

      “It was stupid,” he said, plucking the photo from her fingers. “As I recall, it had something to do with a redhead who had a very particular talent. Something you just don’t see every day.”

      “I’m sure it was highly entertaining, but please, spare me the details.”

      “That’s for the best. Now how about breakfast?”

      “Great. I wish I had some shoes.”

      “We’ll pick you up a pair on the way to the vet. We need to see that RFID.”

      “I just want it out of Milo,” she said, following him to the kitchen. Halfway there, she remembered. “I’ll be back in a second,” she said, then turned and went to the bedroom. She picked up the gun, which was heavier than hers, made sure the safety was on, then put it in her waistband. By the time she got back to the kitchen, Boone had poured her coffee. She pulled out the cheesecake herself.

      “Is that what you’re having for breakfast?”

      “Yeah,” she said. “So?”

      “Lucky Charms weren’t bad enough?”

      “I’m a displaced person. Cheesecake is required.”

      He snorted as he went to an industrial-looking blender on his counter. He pulled out protein powder, two bananas, some yogurt, eggs, wheat germ, and some other things she couldn’t readily identify.

      She figured she was having cream cheese, strawberries, milk, eggs. All yummy and good for her. All she needed was a fork, and she was set.

      Milo

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