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as good as she got.
    The whole time she had it in the back of her mind that she would stop him.
Just one more taste, just one more touch, then she would be done.
    But in the end, his incredible gentleness was the thing that did her in.
    She let go of everything: propriety, expectations, sanity. When at last he
pushed inside her, her body welcomed him as if she’d been waiting for him
forever.

Chapter Twenty-Two
    She was embarrassed.
    Cameron watched her, noticed the way she wouldn’t quite look at him. He was
embarrassed, too. He didn’t normally display such complete lack of control.
    Truth was, Mia Russel had gotten under his skin.
    “I don’t normally —” She cleared her throat. “I don’t do things like this. I
don’t know what happened.”
    “We happened to each other. Sometimes it’s as simple as that,” he said, then
added, “I don’t do things like this, either.”
    “No lover in every port?” She relaxed enough to joke.
    “I think that’s the Navy.”
    “So what do Special Forces guys do?”
    “Spend too much time deployed to have lovers.”
    “You didn’t seem —” She snapped her mouth shut.
    “What? Rusty?” He grinned, pleased that she’d been pleased.
    “I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
    “Whatever it is, I have it, too,” he said, keeping his eyes on Fowler and
Jenny’s tracks.
    They had gotten up early to make up for time lost. Now, at noon, they were
pretty close behind. Which meant they had to go slower, had to be careful how
loud they talked, what sudden noise they made.
    He stopped, put his finger to his lip. What was that?
    Leaves rustled a few hundred feet or so ahead. Something big. He listened for
each step, judging the stride. It wasn’t deer. They’d finally caught up.
    Mia pulled her gun.
    “Not yet,” he whispered. “We wait until we get to a spot where we can get
them in the open, get in front of them. We make a trap, have them come to us.”
    “Good plan,” she said, and moved forward silently, the same way she’d seen
him do.
    She was a quick study. She was also extraordinarily sexy as she stalked her
prey through the woods. As long as he couldn’t be in the army, something like
this would be a fine job. And someone like her would make a fine partner. He
grinned and set that thought away for later.
    They were coming to a creek. Time to move in for the capture.

Chapter Twenty-Three
    Of course, it had to be another cliff-scaling exercise. Mia bit back a groan
as she pulled herself up, the muscles burning in her arms. She could do it, she
told herself. She would do whatever it took to get ahead of Fowler and Jenny.
    “Want to stop for a second?” Cameron asked from behind her.
    She pushed on. “No,” she said, just as a bird flew up from a bush next to
her.
    The sudden noise startled her, making her lose her balance. A sharp pain tore
through her leg, and Cameron caught her, held her tight.
    “I got you,” he said.
    Yeah, he sure did.
    “Your leg.” He set her down and steadied her, kneeling to have a look at the
long rip in the skin. “You’re going to need stitches.” He was already ripping
the bottom of his shirt for bandage.
    “Nothing I haven’t had before,” she said, and tried not to wince as he tied
the material tight. “Jack says if I don’t watch out, I’m going to look like a
quilt by the time I’m an old woman.”
    He grinned at her. “I don’t think a few scars could make you look any less
beautiful.”
    “Less flirting, more tracking,” she said and reached for the next
outcropping, because the thought that he might be still around when she was an
old woman flustered her.
    “I’m not going to suggest that you wait on the next safe ledge.” He came
after her and helped her higher.
    “Well, what do you know? You’re growing.”
    “I —” He hesitated for a second. “If it was me, I would want to be there at
the takedown even if I was half