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Foreman's home that day.
    He unwillingly remembered that long, thick dark blond hair. Almost because her
    eyes had caught his attention and immediately held it. Those amethyst eyes that were prettier in person. And evidently the innocence he had glimpsed in that photo went further than skin-deep.
    "Jordan needs you to take care of this quickly." Tehya rose to her feet as she stared back at him. "We miss you when you're not with us, Nik."
    His lips twisted at the message before he finished his beer and leaned forward to
    place it on the wood tray that sat on the large padded stool between the couch and chair.
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    Of course they needed him, Nik thought. Jordan's team was small and specialized;
    having even one member out during a mission could make it more difficult.
    "I'll do my best," Nik promised, though he had a feeling this little favor was going to cost him much more time than he had.
    "Look, Nik, maybe you should just walk away from this one," Tehya suggested as she walked to the side of his chair and laid her small hand on his shoulder. "Most of us owe a lot of people a lot of favors that we can never truly repay. This might be one of those cases."
    But something inside him clenched at the thought of leaving. Mikayla Martin's
    image flashed before him, determination notching her small chin.
    He stared at the wall across the room rather than the woman who often saw too
    much. "We'll see."
    "Sure you will." She patted his shoulder before moving to the door. "Give me a call if you need anything. And remember, the ladies from Elite Two are leaving town day after tomorrow. If you need their help, they're available until then."
    The three women who had once been a part of the European Operation, Elite Ops
    Two, had been assigned permanently to Jordan when their former commanders had been assigned to another unit. They were now 100 percent American on paper and awaiting their next assignment.
    If Nelson came up with the money, Nik mused, then he was stuck here. Nikolai
    Steele did not work for free, but he owed Maddix, and Nik believed in paying his debts.
    Stripping, he stepped into the shower, adjusted the water, and began washing
    away the grime that hours on the Harley had managed to accumulate on his body.
    After leaving Maddix's office, Nik had ridden around, checking out locations and
    residences of the players involved. That's how he had run into Mikayla Martin as she left Gina Forman's house. As the water beat over his body, Nik opened his eyes to stare down at the heavy erection that hadn't abated since he had gotten his first true glimpse of Mikayla.
    He'd never gotten so hard so fast in his life. Especially for a woman he knew he
    couldn't have.
    But then, no one had ever dismissed him as Miss Martin had done. Her expression
    had at first been interested, admiring, and though Nik wasn't the least bit conceited, he had been irritated when she had turned from him, her expression twisting into a grimace.
    It had only made him harder.
    She was too tiny. Hell, she couldn't weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet if her
    life depended on it. But still, she was curvy. Nicely rounded breasts had pressed against the tailored white blouse she wore, while a flirty spring green skirt had flounced just below her thighs. Matching strappy sandals had complemented her legs, short though they were.
    If she was five four it would shock the hell out of him. That long mass of straight, thick dark blond hair was the kind men dreamed of. Hair that would wrap around a man, hold him to her, bind him.
    Nik grimaced, his fingers going to his dick as warm water sluiced down his body.
    As tiny as she was, he could think of nothing but seeing her above him, lowering
    herself on the heavy shaft of his cock, her cries of pleasure echoing around him. Her pussy would be snug. His fingers tightened on his cock at the thought. She'd be hot and 28
    slick. He'd make sure she was wet enough to take him, but she would still feel the bite of erotic