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and she scowled. “I was just thinking about the assignment.”
    “Uh-huh. I’ll bet,” he drawled.
    Arg! Arrogant man. Not giving him the satisfaction of a reply, she slid into the passenger’s seat of the low-slung Viper. The second he joined her, she felt trapped, being shut into the small space with him, closer than she’d been in months. His spicy scent, his unique blend of light cologne and earthy male, filled her senses and caused a stab of longing. He’d been hers once, or at least she’d believed, and she’d lost him.
    The pain never went away.
    “You’re thinking too loud,” he said, driving through the gate with a wave to the guard on duty.
    “I have a lot on my mind.”
    “Care to share?”
    She studied his handsome profile and reached out to finger a long, silky strand of dark hair. Time for a diversion. “About changing our appearances. We’re going to have to cut this.”
    “What?” Shooting a look at her, he laughed. “No can do. You’re not getting near my head, or any other part of my body, with a pair of scissors.”
    “Oh, don’t worry. If I haven’t sneaked up on you and chopped off something vital by now, I probably won’t,” she said dryly.
    “Not taking any chances. You’ll have to come up with a different way to alter me—sorry. The hair is off-limits.”
    She was kind of glad. She loved his hair long, not that she’d admit it now if the world was about to end. Which it might soon, if they failed in their mission.
    “Okay. How about highlights, maybe to lighten the color and streak it with autumn tints. And blue contacts for your eyes.”
    “I’ll think about it.”
    “I can pull rank on this one if you want to make it an issue,” she reminded him. “Disguises are my area of expertise, and I’m in charge.”
    “So you are.” Those sexy lips quirked upward. “I do love a take-charge woman—in every way but one.”
    Her libido did a happy dance without her permission. He infuriated and aroused her by turns, as no man ever had. “So I recall.” She hadn’t meant to snap, but dammit, he made her nuts.
    “Do you?” His voice lowered, and he reached over, one of his big, calloused hands covering hers. His thumb stroked the soft skin on the back of her hand, the contact radiating pleasurable signals to the rest of her nerve endings. “Do you honestly remember how much I enjoyed taking you to your limits, how badly I craved finally pushing you beyond them?”
    “Blaze, I don’t want to talk about this.” The statement would’ve been more convincing if her voice hadn’t quavered.
    “Oh, I believe you do. You came to me that night to tell me you were ready to take the next steps, to give my world a try. You wanted it, wanted me.”
    “That was before . . .” She couldn’t finish.
    “Before you saw my cock sliding down Caitlin’s pretty throat?” he asked, voice husky with remembered pleasure. “Before you spied me helping Ryan master his eager sub, and enjoyed every second of it? Because I believe you did enjoy it, and that’s why you got so angry. I know you, Emma. You liked what you saw and it didn’t fit into your black-and-white worldview, so you lashed out in confusion. Tell me I’m wrong.”
    “You’re so wrong.” But the words held little or no conviction without the power of anger to fuel them. He’d hit her inner struggle dead center, and she had no clue how to rally.
    “You’re lying. Tell me how long you stood there, watching.”
    Much too long . “I’d just arrived.”
    “Right. Baby, we have to get this settled before we go undercover, or else the tension will endanger our mission.”
    She stared at him. “That’s all this is about? Our assignment?”
    “Of course not. It’s about us and the fact that I gave up too soon.” He shook his head. “This isn’t the ideal place to talk things over. Let’s wait until we get to your house.”
    “You’re the one who brought it up—and besides, I’m not sure there’s anything