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the bottle. “Go get ’em, girl.”
    Natalie smiled. Yes, this was just exactly what she needed. A little fun. A little flirtation. A little diversion. A little someone to make her feel a whole lot less alone and a whole lot more safe.
    ***
    She wobbled. Unsteady on her feet. Inebriated. Loud and giggling. Natalie Warner might as well be walking across the restaurant wearing a flashing neon sign that read “easy target.”
    Irritation flamed through Beck. Deep breath. She was now his to protect, and this show of behavior proved how difficult his job would be.
    “You ready for all that?” Remi asked, barely moving his mouth.
    “Do I have a choice?”
    The corner of Remi’s mouth twitched. “Not anymore.”
    Unsteady gait, but still with a swish of her hips that mesmerized. Plump lips and a wide-eyed, sexy yet soulful stare.
    “I don’t need to go over the no-fraternization policy again, do I?”
    Beck shook his head. After the hit his heart had taken with Marisol on the last mission, he couldn’t imagine falling for a woman. His gaze returned to Natalie. Although this woman could easily fit every hetero man’s sexual fantasy.
    The very assets that caused Natalie’s career to skyrocket were liabilities to her safety. Even he—hard, cold, and well-trained—wasn’t immune. His cock stirred for the first time in a very long time. All that milky white flesh . . . to run his tongue across the roundness of her breasts . . .
    He shoved the thought from his mind. He was here to protect her from harm, not fuck her senseless, no matter what his cock wanted.
    She arrived at their table with a lopsided but still sexy smile on her face. “Hey, guys.”
    She pulled a tendril of her hair near her chin and started to twist the lock. Very femme. Very sultry. No body language interpretation needed. The statement “I’m yours if you want me” came through loud and clear. Message received; Beck’s cock hardened.
    He dismissed the sexual tug, aware of the overt and obvious sexuality and the natural desire that pulsed through him. Her eyes contained more than wanton lust. Beck understood the need for connection. Here was a woman that had everything but a family and people to love, and she was throwing herself at two complete strangers. He’d seen people do much worse for much less.
    “Hello.” Remi leaned back in his seat and shot a quick gaze to Beck. Oh, yes, in that one look, Beck knew exactly how Remi wanted this played.
    “So my friend and I were wondering . . .” Natalie leaned back and nodded toward the woman sitting at her table, who would be Stacia, Natalie’s best friend since they’d both been sixteen, if the dossier Beck had studied was accurate. “. . . if you two cared to join us.”
    Remi squinted and tilted his head. “Do I know you?”
    There in a flash, so quick that if you weren’t trained to capture the change in her facial features, the slip of the corners of her mouth, the tightness around her lips, the drop of her eyes, you’d miss the change. Disappointment flashed across her features. Disappointment that she’d been made. She’d been hopeful they wouldn’t recognize the famous Natalie Warner.
    “Not personally, no.”
    Good answer. Not a lie, but not the entire truth.
    “Ah, well, while I’d love to join both you beautiful ladies, Mr. Tatum and I have an appointment this afternoon.”
    “Really?” Natalie leaned forward against the table and the milky-white curve of the top of her breasts was exposed for Beck and Remi’s eyes. “How important is that appointment?”
    An enticement, an invitation, a request from Natalie that the two of them forget responsibility and afternoon appointments and realign their time to her.
    Irritation pummeled Beck. This chick needed some serious minding. A whack job stalking her, getting closer and closer and closer and bolder and bolder, and she was tottering around a restaurant after three bottles of wine showing off her titties to strangers?
    Easy.