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HASSAN NEARLY CACKLED WITH glee. Years of planning were about to reach culmination. It was perfect. So incredibly perfect he wanted to shout it from the rooftops.She was in place.After all this time, after all this waiting, the trap could finally snap shut. And then his new life would start. He couldn't have lined it up like this if he'd wanted to.She'd saved that stupid couple for last!Oh, it was so freakishly perfect he wanted to dance a jig.Not only did he know more about the merchandise the so-called Smiths wanted to sell, he had the codes. And their client list. All Hassan had to do was finish this job and he'd be in business for himself."Hassan, here." The bartender pushed two drinks across to him.He nodded and transferred the drinks to their owners across the bar.She hadn't even noticed him. It was enough to make him giddy. Everything was going off without a hitch. She really was the perfect double-agent, and she didn't even know it. Soon, he'd have the m

ABIGAIL SLID HER HAND around the back of Luke's head. The short, wiry hairs tickled her palm. His mouth moved against hers, his tongue licking the seam of her lips. She inhaled his scent. It'd been driving her crazy since the plane. He thrust into her mouth, stroking her in a way that she felt in her nipples and lower.Long-dead parts of her woke up. Life and-dare she name it-excitement filled her. She'd been so focused for so long, cutting off her more human needs until she was all but robotic.Until he'd made her remember what it was like to be alive again. That what she did-was doing-made a difference to others. But this? Here, in this moment with his hand on her ass and the other in her hair-this was for her.She groaned and leaned into the kiss, lifting up just a little bit more. She wanted all of him. Right now. For herself. Not for a mission or because that was what she was told needed to be done to complete an objective-but for herself.Luke didn't know who she was-what

ABIGAIL SAT PROPPED UP against the headboard. She was sore in places unaccustomed to use, but in a good way. Maybe this time, with the right partner, sex was the answer.Luke pushed through the door, tip-toeing with the trays of food in hand."Hope you're still hungry." He handed over her dinner and she settled it on her thighs."It's still hot." Luke shed his pants and slid in next to her.She was starving. After the day packed with stress, then four rounds of sex, she could probably eat three times this much."Coast Guard?" Luke asked between bites."What makes you say that?""The way you walk.""No." She chuckled and ate another bite, but it tasted bitter.She didn't like lying to Luke, but what choice did she have?There was no way she could tell him the truth, could she? He was looking into the Smiths. He knew their real names. How much more would it take before he stepped into this shit with her?"Luke?""Hm?""I need you to stop digging on the Smiths. P

HASSAN HELD HIS BREATH as he side-stepped into the suite. He was sweating buckets, and there was nothing he could do about it. His contact had come through, all right, but the tech was old, janky, and volatile. His luck, the devices would blow too early."Watch it," he snapped at the American idiot."Over there," the man gestured at the table."I know where chairs go."Hassan led the line of people with dining chairs toward the table. He slipped around to the designated spot for Mr. and Mrs. Smith, placing them exactly so.It wasn't strictly necessary that the chairs be the Smiths'. Close proximity would do nicely, but he wasn't going to take a chance. He directed the other staffers, adjusting chairs, hustling about, keeping his head down.Just because Yael hadn't noticed him didn't mean she wouldn't. He'd changed his appearance, but it might not be enough. She wasn't stupid, just complacent. Everyone else might think she was dead, but he knew the truth. What she'd done, th

Luke stood there in shock as the officer addressed Abigail."Abigail, you set that bomb to go off, didn't you?" The officer pulled a broken hair dryer from her bag and set it on the counter.There was no mistaking the C4 packed inside for anything except what it was.Ethan stared at the hair dryer, and then Abigail.No. No, that couldn't be right.She was being set up.That had to be it.Or this was an op gone wrong. She had to be CIA. It made sense in ways other explanations hadn't. Yeah, he'd begun the line of questions as a joke, but in reality she was just too good to be a common bodyguard. So what was she? A government spy sent to eliminate a threat to national security?He'd believe it.What she'd said about the Smiths rang true. The little they'd dug up was not good."You have already been identified as a Mossad spy. Israel will not save you. I will find out who you are." The officer in charge nodded at his subordinates. "Take her.""Wait-no." Luke reached