Hannah wrapped Mason's hoodie around her, soaking up his smell, the warmth still clinging to the soft cotton. She could still remember the first day she met him, grumpy and ready to bite someone's head off. Despite his grumbling he worked hard to get the mobility back after his ACL surgery. They'd been friends-or something like it. Granted, she'd never wanted to be friends with Mason.There was something about him...Why did it have to be Mason?Why couldn't she have developed a thing for someone else?Hannah had considered the very real possibility that she was broken. That maybe she just wasn't equipped for romantic relationships. And then she met him, and her body had woken up with a vengeance."What have you been up to lately?" he said, as though he knew she was thinking about him."Not a lot. Working mostly. You?" She twisted to face him, taking sick pleasure in the opportunity to just look at him. Mason Clark was a bear of a man, big and muscular. Yeah, he could be gr

Mason stood there, caught between what he wanted and what he knew he should do.Hannah turned, her forehead wrinkled, and her eyes narrowed. Distrust, anger, hurt, and more sadness. Because of him. Because she couldn't trust him to be there when he'd led her on, because for the better part of a year they'd danced around this spark, this pull between them.Mason took a step toward her, and then another. He needed to touch her, hold her, tell her he'd figure it out. That there was a solution out there. Anything to make her smile. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she moved, lifting up on the balls of her feet. In that moment he knew he was about to take a critical hit, the likes of which would ruin him forever-and he didn't even try to dodge it.Hannah's lips were soft and the hands she wrapped around the back of his head were unyielding. She kissed his mouth, suckling his lower lip, teasing him. Mason wasn't strong enough to resist her. He'd held onto his resolve for months,

Mason pushed the door to Zain's lair open. It was really their Intelligence and Technical department, both of which were under Zain's purview."Dead man walking." Gavin pushed his chair into Mason's path."Go type something." Mason shoved the chair and kid out of his way and kept going to the office in the back. Sweat broke out along his spine and his throat was a little dry. It was well and all to talk a good game when Hannah was in front of him, it was another to set about on a plan of insubordination.Zain stood behind his desk, studying a tablet screen Mason couldn't see. Zain glanced at him and nodded. Mason closed the door and took a seat, tapping out his frustration on the arm rests. Being Zain's cousin wouldn't get him anywhere, and Mason didn't expect Zain to stick his neck out for him, either. From beginning to end, this was Mason's mess."So, Hannah?" Zain didn't look up."Yeah, what was I supposed to do?" Mason laced his fingers together to keep from fidgeting. It

Mason yanked the connecting door open and stalked into his room, Hannah haunting his every step."We can go home. No one would know we even left." Her voice was strained, and his mind filled in the pinched, anxious cast of her features. It was the same way she'd stared at him for the last hour of the flight.Was it seriously news to her that her old man was completely unhinged when it came to his daughter? Stevens wasn't a bad commanding officer, though his official title was Director of Operations, or some other corporate-sounding bullshit. All the guys knew that in their rank of command, the only two people who could overrule Stevens were the Admiral and Mama Dean, who ran their medical needs. No one crossed the retired surgeon, not even the Admiral, and Mama Dean didn't interfere until someone had holes punched in them.Mason walked his room, which was a mirror image of the one Hannah would be in. The resort wasn't in Cancun, which was a hundred miles away, but in a newer tour

Mason sipped his beer and stared out at the ocean, his thoughts beating at his mind in time to the waves, wearing him down.There were some things a man couldn't come back from.Being with Hannah might be one of them. He wanted her. There was no doubt there. But it worth it? Could he come back from this weekend, be with her, and still be whole? Or would she take a piece of him, never to return it? Could he live without that bit of his soul? Or his heart? If he couldn't have the whole thing, did he want a taste?He sensed her presence the moment before Hannah threw her arm around his waist and leaned against his shoulder."There you are." Her words were muffled by the breeze and his shirt. He couldn't deny the raw sense of pleasure it gave him that even after earlier she still came back to him."Yup. Having a good time?" He peered down at her blonde head."Yeah."The two lookers Hannah had hooked up with seemed to be pros at catch and release when it came to guys on the da