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to do anything more than bask in that smile.
    Rebecca asked him a question and he didn’t hear it over the roaring in his ears. He shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, what was that?”
    She tilted her head to the side and laughed. “I asked if you’re new to the area.”
    “Oh.” He racked his brain to come up with the answer. He couldn’t remember! He couldn’t fucking remember where he’d set up Rick Jones’ background. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
    “Uh, sort of.” He gritted his teeth and tried to remember. But the freckles sprinkled across her nose distracted him, and he couldn’t think of anything but where else on her body she had freckles.
    “That’s okay, be mysterious if you want.” She held her hands up and again gave him that smile that made his pants tighten.
    Florida! Fucking Florida was where Rick was from. “Not trying to be mysterious. I’m not new to the East Coast. I’m from Florida. But I’m new to Virginia.” He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. When was the last time that had happened? Never. He’d never once gotten out of character or forgotten his cover while on a mission.
    But she’s not your mission. Exactly. Which is why he needed to get the hell out of dodge while he could.
    “I love Florida. I go to Key West every New Year’s Eve.” She took a sip of her coffee and kept smiling at him.
    Rick deliberately kept his eyes on hers, avoiding those plush lips and straight, white teeth that were killing him every time she smiled. “Family there?” He knew the answer, but wanted to see what she would say.
    “Nah. Just sun, sand, fireworks, and champagne.” She shrugged and looked away.
    Hmm. It made her skittish to talk about either family or Key West. Since she’d brought up Key West, he assumed it was the word "family" that made her look away. He pressed for more, despite the fact that he knew he shouldn’t. “So where are you from?”
    She gave him a tight smile. “Virginia Beach is home.”
    Rick let one side of his mouth curve upward in a half smile. She’d answered his question without answering at all. Smart girl.
    Before he could inquire further, a low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance and Rebecca turned her head toward it. “Mmm,” she hummed softly and closed her eyes. “I love storms.”
    “Yeah, me too.” His voice was hoarse and he took a gulp of the bitter coffee to clear his throat. Suddenly desperate to get away before he forgot his mission completely, Rick sat up and waved for the waiter to bring him the check. “We’d better get out of here before the storm hits.” It was a lame excuse and he knew it. But it was all he had.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Rebecca watched in silence as the waiter delivered the ticket and Rick paid it.
    He was glad she didn’t ask any more questions, because the thought of all that fiery hair wet and dripping with rain was making his head spin. It made him think of her entire body soaked with rain, and how explosive sex would be with her during a storm. Outside. With lightning flashing around them. And rain, God, the rain soaking them as he plunged… I’ve got to get the fuck out of here.
    He stood and turned quickly, hoping she didn’t glance below his waist. This was insanity. He’d never lost control of his body like this before, so why was it happening now?
    “Well, thanks for the coffee, Rick.” Her voice was soft, hesitant.
    He turned back to her, alarmed by the low tone of her voice. Rebecca was hurt, and trying very hard not to show it. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. Dammit, this was why he avoided this shit!
    Before Rick could respond though, she stood and pressed a quick peck on his mouth. When she placed those warm, lush lips against his, Rick battled the urge to wrap his arms around her and show her exactly how he liked to be kissed.
    The brush of her lips against his ended quickly and with a sad smile Rebecca turned and walked away.
    Rick reached up and rubbed the tension