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    He pulled back from his kiss to smile down at her. His eyes were blazing and hot.
    â€œSay the word, Marianne, and I’m out of here.”
    She answered him with a demanding kiss of her own.
    Kyle closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of her hair combined with the sweet scent of some kind of womanly perfume. But it was the earthy smell of woman that made his heart race even faster. Made his mouth water for more.
    He’d never been with a woman like her before, and for the first time in his life he was nervous.
    As a teenager, he’d run with the worst sort of New York gang. At fifteen he’d lost his virginity in the back room of a run-down slum in the Bronx to a woman in her mid-twenties who was on the make and looking to nail any handy dick she could find.
    He’d fought his way out of the streets to enlist in the navy. At age eighteen he had done his best to turn his life around and not become another statistic of urban poverty and bad parenting. Even so, he’d never dared dream a woman like this would want to be with him.
    Someone soft and gentle. A teacher. Not a woman on the make. Not an operative out to blow his cover or a criminal wanting a fast lay before she blew his brains out.
    Marianne was just a nice, average lady from a small town in the Midwest.
    She was safe. That word alone was so alien to him that it made him ache even to think of it.
    He’d never known safety. Never known unconditional acceptance.
    He could vaguely remember his mother once telling him that sometimes the best dreams were simple ones. He’d never understood that.
    Not until this moment.
    He didn’t crave the excitement that was his life. He craved the slice of normality Marianne offered. The simple taste of wholesome woman.
    The simple taste of Marianne Webernec.
    Marianne was breathless as Kyle moved down her body to unlace her shoes and pull them from her feet. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with a complete stranger.
    It was so out of character for her.
    And yet she couldn’t stop herself.
    â€œTell me something about you, Kyle.” She needed to know something so that she wouldn’t feel so self-conscious.
    He pulled her other shoe off and massaged her sensitive arch with his thumb. Oh, but it felt sinfully wonderful as it made her stomach tight. She felt a rush of moisture between her legs.
    â€œWhat do you want to know?” he asked, his deep voice intoxicating.
    Everything. There was nothing about him she didn’t want to know.
    â€œWhat do you do for a living?”
    He tossed her socks by her shoes and gave her an impish stare as he nibbled the arch of her foot.
    She moaned in ecstasy.
    He blew a stream of warm air over her skin before he spoke again. “Honestly?”
    She nodded, breathless from the pleasure that rippled through her.
    â€œI’m a federal agent.”
    For a second she couldn’t move as his words sank in. Then she laughed at the absurdity. “Can you break out of character for one minute and be serious?”
    â€œI am serious,” he said earnestly.
    But she didn’t believe it. It was too perfect to be real, and what were the chances of a federal agent being here with her right now, when that was her fantasy?
    He was just one of the men playing on the island. She didn’t want that. She wanted to know about him. The truth. “Who do you work for?” she asked skeptically. “The CIA?”
    â€œThe Certified Idiots Association?” he asked, as if offended by her question. “Hardly. We eat those wannabes for breakfast. I’m with BAD, the Bureau of American Defense.”
    She scoffed. “There’s no such agency.”
    â€œYes, there is.”
    Part of her wanted to believe him, but the rational part of her knew better. She’d never even heard of such a thing. “And what part of D.C. are you located in? The White House?”
    â€œWe’re not. Our offices