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you.”
    “Don’t you dare hang up on me, Tennant. You tell me what is going on or I’ll have you in the brig faster than you can say ‘ex-fiancé.’”
    Simon had no idea what she’d told her father about their breakup, but since he’d paid for a very large wedding that didn’t happen, he figured at the very least he was on the director’s shit list. “I heard that Sadie was in Greece. She’s been seen with someone of interest…I mean, someone we have a file on. I’m worried she might be in danger.” There was no way he was explaining that he’d spent hours looking at candid shots of everyone “of interest” in Greece that nestled in CAG’s classified computer files. Simon had found Sadie’s boyfriend in a photo with an explosives expert. He knew it could be nothing. But it could also be something.
    “Now you listen to me, young man. If I find out you’re keeping tabs on my daughter, they will never find your body. Do you understand?”
    “Yessir,” he said and disconnected the call. There was nothing else he could say under the circumstances. He really should have played that whole thing out in his head before he picked up the damn phone. He gritted his teeth. Sadie…even when they were apart she could fuck him up.
    All he could do was talk to her. Warn her away from this Platon Asker. Not that he had a firm grasp on why. I mean, he was sure he’d been pictured with some unsavory characters too. But this was Sadie. His Sadie, whether she accepted that or not. He wasn’t going to sit around and let her get mixed up in anything dangerous. Even if it meant getting fired from his own job.
    The finance minister was already back at his hotel room with his wife, and Simon prayed she would keep him there. Right now, he had to go see Sadie. Properly this time. He’d knock and everything.
    In ten minutes he was at her door with a bottle of ouzo. He put his ear close to the door as he raised his hand to knock. Force of habit, he guessed. But he’d definitely heard something. Not a television or radio—what was that?
    It was a moan. Was she hurt? Even before he’d finished the thought, let alone considered the fact that she might have someone with her, he put his shoulder to the door in exactly the weakest point and shoved. The door blew open and Sadie gasped, sitting up ramrod straight in bed.
    “What the—? Simon? What the fuck?” She jumped off the bed and ran at him, as if she could push him out. He didn’t move.
    “It sounded like you were hurt. Look—I came with a peace offering.” He held up the bottle.
    “Get out! Get out! Did you follow me here? To Greece? How dare you! Get out!” She barely caught a breath before she tried to shove him toward the door. When he didn’t move, she slapped his chest, and in that second he knew what she’d been doing. He could smell her unique scent on her hand, her fingers. He grabbed her hand to stop her from hitting him again, and inhaled.
    “What were you doing?” he ground out, holding her hand in front of his face.
    “Oh my God…” she half moaned, half shouted. A flush radiated from her neck up to her face. She tried to snatch her hand away, but he wouldn’t let her. Instead, eyes on hers, he pulled her to him and put two of her fingers into his mouth. His eyes closed, lost in memory. Her taste hadn’t changed—sweet and salty and musky. He felt his utter arousal start clouding his mind.
    “Stop. Simon.” She struggled against him. He released her hand immediately. What was the matter with her? There was a fire in her eyes he’d never seen before, an intensity, a confidence that she simply had never possessed last year. “What are you doing?”
    “I came by to warn you about the boy you’ve been hanging out with,” he said between gritted teeth.
    Her eyes narrowed. “He’s not a little boy.”
    Score. “I didn’t say ‘little.’” He couldn’t help but smirk at her. He wasn’t expecting her fist to come flying at his jaw. Not