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about that for a second. “Alexandria and Amman. Have you been to either of those?”
    “No, just Iraq, Afghanistan, Qatar. Kuwait. Djibouti.”
    “Djibouti.” She made a face and he laughed. “Are you going back over there after your course is done?”
    “Yeah, next month.”
    “And if you’re learning Pashto, then you’re going to Afghanistan.”
    His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. “Right. Damn, you’re smart.”
    She was glad he noticed, and more so, that he seemed to like it. A lot of guys she’d gone on dates with hadn’t wanted to know anything about her academic career or aspirations. Maybe they were intimidated, she wasn’t sure. But she already got the feeling that nothing intimidated Adam. That was sexy as hell to her.
    After dinner it was such a nice night out that they decided to walk around to look at all the shops and restaurants in this little pocket of the city. The March breeze was chilly though and when he saw her tug her shawl tighter around herself, he stepped in close and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. The feel of his strong arm around her sent tingles racing over her skin like sparks.
    “That better?” he murmured, and she nodded. “We can go back to my truck if you’re too cold.”
    “No, this is perfect.” She loved the solid weight of his arm around her. And he was just so easy to talk to, she didn’t want the date to end.
    At her place later he walked her to the front door, put his hands in his pockets. “I had a good time.”
    “Me too.” Best time she’d had in a long damn time. He was smart, focused and had an easy smile. A combination that left her more than a little breathless.
    As he stared down at her, his face illuminated by the overhead light at the building’s entrance, his relaxed expression turned serious. “Like I told you, I’ve only got a few more weeks left here before I go back overseas. I want to be up front with you about that.”
    “I appreciate that. But if you’re worried I won’t want to go out with you again just because you’re leaving soon, you’re wrong. Unless you don’t want to go out with me again,” she added hastily.
    “No, I do,” he said just as quickly. “I’d love to go out again. I really like you.”
    She smiled at him, warmth rushing through her. “I really like you too.” A gust of wind kicked up, blowing her hair around her shoulders and tugging the end of her wrap free.
    Adam caught it deftly in one fist. His intense expression as he held her gaze sent a shiver of excitement through her as he carefully wound the fabric around her shoulders, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her upper arms.
    But he didn’t stop there. Sliding his hands to her back, he gently drew her toward him. The breath stalled in her throat as she gazed up at him, pulse thumping in anticipation.
    One big hand smoothed up to her nape, his long fingers spearing into her hair as he cradled the back of her head. She placed her hands on his chest, desire pooling low and thick inside her at the feel of those powerful, steely muscles beneath her palms. Everything about him was so unexpected. And exciting. The thought of unbuttoning his shirt and stroking all that raw strength with her fingertips made her heart pound.
    His ice-blue gaze dipped down to her mouth. Her belly pulled tight as she tilted her head back, let her eyes drift close. His lips brushed against hers. Twice. Three times. Soft and warm.
    And then they closed over hers completely and he kissed her until she melted against him.
    His hand remained rock steady at the back of her head, holding her still, the other splayed across her back. That mixture of dominance and tenderness turned her inside out.
    She could feel herself melting in his embrace, a little moan slipping from her throat as his tongue slid into her mouth to caress hers. God, the man could kiss. He took his time, exploring, tasting. Teasing. Making her crazy.
    When he pulled back a few minutes