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station, you put yourself between the traffic and me when we were on the sidewalk. You protected me from the crowds as we got in and out of the subway. You let me sit, while you stood near me, making sure no one got too close. You even carried my suitcase from the taxi to the hotel. Seriously, Ghost, you do these things and don’t even realize you’re doing them. That is a sign of a man who knows how to treat a woman. That’s what women think is romantic. Screw flowers, they’ll just die sooner rather than later. And even if you leave without saying goodbye to a woman, I’ll bet everything I own you take very good care of her before you take off…don’t you?”
    She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it in person, but if she wasn’t mistaken, a slight blush bloomed on Ghost’s cheekbones at her words.
    “So, call yourself a shitty boyfriend, but please, don’t sell yourself short and say you aren’t in at least some ways a romantic. Romance isn’t about the outer trappings society has pushed down our throats from the time we were little. It’s showing in all the little ways that you care about the person you’re with. That you’ll protect her if the shit hits the fan, that you’ll provide for her, that you’ll let her choose what she wants to do and where she wants to eat, even if it’s not what you would pick for yourself.”
    Ghost didn’t say anything for several moments, and Rayne had gotten to the point where she thought maybe he wasn’t going to say anything, when finally he picked up her hand that was still resting on his knee and brought it up to his mouth and kissed the palm.
    “Okay, you win. I know I should say goodbye here. I should leave you to enjoy London and carry on with your life as if you hadn’t ever met me.”
    When she opened her mouth to protest, Ghost shook his head, and quickly continued on. “But I can’t. I’m not sure I buy into your fantasy of what romance is, but I can’t give you up yet. You’re funny, interesting, and I’m attracted to you. I want to see those three tattoos of yours more than I want to walk away. But know…I will walk away.”
    “So it’s a one-night stand then.” Rayne’s words weren’t a question.
    “Afraid so.”
    “Fine. I’m a romantic, you’re bad relationship material, but I swear we’re on the same page here, Ghost. Just relax. I’m not going to pull out an engagement ring at the end of the night. I’m also not going to chain you to the bed as Kathy Bates did in that Misery movie. It’s fine.”
    Ghost nodded.
    Rayne couldn’t resist one last dig. “Damn, for a super-secret spy, you’re acting a bit like a wuss.”
    She barely smothered a shriek, remembering where they were, when Ghost moved with deadly intent. She was lying flat on the pew with him pinning her arms above her head and resting his considerable weight on her upper body, keeping her immobile, before she could even try to evade him.
    “Wuss?”
    Rayne smiled, knowing he wasn’t going to hurt her in the middle of the day in the busy church with all the tourists wandering around. “Well, in my defense, you did want to talk about your feelings a bit more than any man I’ve ever been attracted to before.”
    “One, I don’t think I like you talking about other men when your nipples are hard and begging for my touch…”
    Rayne glanced down and swallowed. He was right. The way he so easily manhandled her but was careful not to hurt her, and the feel of his hard body pressing into hers, was turning her on, and her body was showing it.
    “…and two, now that we’re on the same page, I can guarantee we won’t be ‘talking’ much later tonight.”
    Rayne didn’t say anything, merely lay under him, waiting for him to make the next move. When he didn’t shift his hold for several moments, she arched her back the smallest amount and tested his grip on her wrists.
    Finally Ghost took a deep breath, ran his eyes down to her chest one more time,