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    Tory slid from the bed and snatched Rick’s gun from the dresser. “I told you that you’d give your weapon to me,” she whispered, feeling safer with the heavy weight of the Beretta in her hand. She followed Jaron into the bathroom. Flushing the toilet, he covered their lowered voices. “I need to finish the computer programming,” he whispered. “The nasal strip will keep Rick asleep and make him snore. I need you to come with me.” She nodded. “I’ll get your dress. Wait here.”
    “I need my shoes.”
    “You can always get another pair of black sexy-as-hell heels.”
    “Not like these. They brought you running.”
    Jaron grunted.
    Uncertainty clawed at her mind, and a ribbon of fear snaked around her heart. Had she and Jaron fucked, made love, or was it just part of the assignment for him? An ache throbbed in her core at the familiar scent of him. Six months ago, she’d loved him. Until this moment, she’d been sure she hated him. Now she just wanted him, reckless and wanton. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy clenched, desperate to be stretched and filled again.
    Tory gave herself a mental shake. This wasn’t the time to get maudlin over their past or try to surmise what might be in their future. Staying focused ensured they could figure out if they had anything, a future, friendship, or at least a working relationship beyond tonight. Alas, there would be no conversation if they didn’t get the hell out before Maxwell took them out.
    At least now she knew how he’d come into the room. The bathroom window was gone. Not just the bars, but the glass. She poked her head out into the slightly less muggy night air. The air helped to clear her thoughts. Just this morning, she’d drilled into her head that she’d needed to keep her mind alert and her legs closed. Once again, Jaron Quinn had muddled her brain and her agenda.

Chapter Three

    “What the fuck were you doing?”
    “Trying to help,” she snapped.
    “Brilliant plan. You should’ve stuck to the one we had.” Jaron cursed, watching her cling to the edge of the building. With Tory in front of Jaron, they moved from one balcony to the next by way of a narrow ledge. They encroached on the internal heart of Maxwell’s organization.
    “Circumstances changed, and I became aware of new information.” As Tory inched along, she curled her bare toes around the ledge. “You shouldn’t be upset with me, but with yourself. Your cover is blown. So rather than chewing my ass, maybe you ought to think about kissing my ass.”
    “Believe me, I have.” Her head snapped in his direction, and he smiled. “I’m surprised I wasn’t made sooner. This assignment was fucked from the beginning.”
    “Sabotage?”
    “Can’t be sure. I’ll leave that up to Amine to figure out. But he needs to check into whoever supplied the intel on Evenson’s system. Whether you showed up or not, I had planned to upload the spyware tonight. I can’t be certain yet if your diversions are a help or a hindrance. Guess we’ll find out.”
    “Well, if you’re convinced you have the programming figured out, then plant the spyware, and let’s get out of here. I still can’t believe the ruse in the bedroom garnered us this time we need.” She huffed out a breath. “Although I can’t say it was a total ruse.”
    “Felt real to me.”
    “I suppose you didn’t feel like you could trust your acting abilities?”
    “Under the circumstances, I felt it appropriate to put my all into…our ruse.”
    “It’s a good thing I’m a better actress, or I might have actually have had to suck Rick’s cock.”
    Jaron swallowed hard. “I’ll concede you’re a better actress.” And he was glad. He’d have killed Rick before he allowed that asshole to touch Victoria.
    Jaron redirected the conversation back to their task. “I figure we have fifteen minutes to get back to the room and back into bed with Sleeping Beauty.”
    Tory gave a snort. He glanced at her and she