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gesture. Wait, what? She stared up at him blankly, trying to figure him out. A good-morning kiss?
She was quiet so long he repeated the question.
    “Mia? Are you okay?”
    “Okay? Me? God yes. I mean…are you?”
    He nodded, his smile flashing that dimple. Damn it, she
shouldn’t be getting turned-on by something as simple as a dimple! “I am.” He
dropped another kiss on her lips and then went into the bathroom himself.
    Mia grabbed her clothes and threw them on as quickly as she
could. Wow. She’d expected awkward, but she didn’t expect to be the awkward
one. She’d done the one-night-stand thing before, but the other party was
usually the fumbling, stumbling person in the room. This particular role
reversal wasn’t sitting well with her, and she sat on the edge of the bed to
wait for Garrett’s return.
    “This bed was pretty comfortable,” she said as he exited the
bathroom, walking casually as if he paraded naked almost every day. Actually,
he could. Being that hot, he should be required to. “I slept well.”
    “Me too.” He pulled on his clothes, sitting beside her on
the bed to do his bootlaces. “You said you had to be back at work this
morning?”
    “At the convention. My shop is set up at BodModCon, at the
Sheraton?” Mia wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t want to go, but here I am. It
starts at ten, and they’ll kill me if I show up late.”
    Garrett glanced her way, and she fought the gasp that
climbed in her chest at the way his pale gaze seemed to arc through her like
electricity. “Are you a tattoo artist?”
    She shook her head as he stood. “Piercer.” He offered his
hand and she took it, allowing him to help her stand.
    “Makes sense,” he said, smiling a little as if remembering.
“You’ve got some nice ones yourself.”
    Mia tossed her hair to cover up the heat climbing her cheeks.
“And you need some more. With a chest like that, you could rock some nipple
rings.”
    Garrett laughed, a full-blown thing that had him tilting his
head back. Mia fought the giggle that rose in her, managing to keep it down to
a wry smile.
    “I don’t think I’m a nipple ring kind of guy. But maybe
later. We’ll see.” He winked at her then grabbed his jacket from the chair by
the door. “But we should get going. If we leave now, we can make the convention
by opening. Come on, beautiful.” He held out his hand and she hesitated.
    She’d taken his hand three times last night. Once to be
pulled up behind him on the bike, then on the side of the road, and again when
they’d gone into the hotel lobby. Was this just a habit of his, holding hands
with women he didn’t know? Or was she wanting it to be more? God, the sex had
been great last night, and she’d be sad to see him go. Her body purred at the
memory.
    And maybe, if she wanted more, she should just go along for
the ride. It had been wonderful so far.
    So she took the hand he offered and walked out of the room
at his side. It was, oddly, a wonderful feeling.
    It didn’t take long for Garrett to turn in the plastic
keycards and get them checked out. But when they got to his bike, he frowned
and pulled his phone from his pocket.
    “Give me one second,” he said to Mia. “Sorry. Trent, what’s
up?”
    He went silent, and his expression quickly went from blank
to thundercloud dark. “You’re sure about this? Who’d you get it from? Shit.
Yeah. No, I know, we’ve got to move, and fast. Reg back yet? Good. Get him and
Quentin in the top floor of the building. You and I’ll go across the street.”
    He fell silent for several minutes. Kicking a loose piece of
gravel, Mia crossed her arms. What kind of guy was Garrett, anyway?
    “Did they give a description?” Garrett glanced over at Mia
then turned his back to her. “That’s pretty close. Too close. I’ll have to
bring her. We’ll have to keep her safe.” Another pause. “There’s no time. We’ll
keep her hidden. I’ve got no choice. It’s my fault they’ve seen her, so