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bride’ closer.
    “And what is the purpose of your visit?”
    “We’re on our honeymoon.” Sarah answered for him, her eyes shining as she smiled at him. The woman was amazing. Everything about her screamed glowing new bride. Jordan hugged her closer as pride welled in him at her acting ability. At the same time he wished it was for real, that somehow they were really newlyweds and that they really were here for a honeymoon.
    He tried to thrust the unfamiliar longings away. Hell...where had that come from? The whole idea of bringing her with him was so that he could give her a chance to escape—not to make her his wife. He barely controlled the urge to growl in irritation. He was happy with his life, wasn’t he?
    The customs worker rattled off a few more questions and then let them through, pointing half-heartedly to an information kiosk when Jordan asked for a recommendation on a good hotel.
    When they approached the kiosk, Jordan felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He glanced around quickly as he tried to look casual but couldn’t find a source for his anxiety. He quickly grabbed a brochure for the nearest hotel and guided Sarah to the exit. He’d feel a lot better once he could get them into a hotel room and he could reassemble his gun. Being unarmed always made him antsy.

    * * * *

    Sarah had felt him tense as they approached the kiosk, and she’d used her own eyes to try to pinpoint any danger. The only person who seemed at all suspicious had been a woman with a pram that had no baby. It was possible that someone else had the child and she was waiting for their return, but Sarah had been in enough dangerous situations to know that you don’t assume anything and you go with your gut. It’s what had kept her alive so far.
    They walked casually, feigning a calm that neither of them seemed to be feeling anymore. Fortunately, the hotel was less than two minutes away by cab, so they climbed into the nearest vehicle and punched their destination into the console. The little yellow vehicle moved almost silently as it pulled into the traffic and took them to the hotel.
    Jordan’s arm snaked around her again, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The need to hold her wasn’t all for their audience. At least that's what she told herself. Intellectually she knew the poor man still sported a raging hard-on, despite the danger they were in, so it seemed quite possible he was just horny and attracted to her on a purely physical level. For now, at least, Sarah chose to believe the former.
    In the emotional rollercoaster ride of last few hours, she'd begun to reassess her life and had realized she’d suddenly begun to want so much more. She’d thought she was happy before she met Jordan, but now she found herself fantasizing that they really were on their honeymoon, her ability to project adoration for this man having nothing to do with her acting abilities. She wanted him, all of him, but she’d take whatever he could give her—even if that was just a quick fuck.
    He opened the door to the suite, glanced down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, and then he moved into the room, keeping her close, but angling his body in front of her in case there was any danger awaiting them. He turned to lock the door behind them and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth.
    “Stay here while I check that we don’t have any uninvited guests.”
    A little miffed that he was treating her like a helpless female, Sarah nonetheless did as she was told. He was being careful and was trying to protect her, and she loved him all the more for it. What the fuck? Love? Where did that thought come from? She didn’t love the man—she hadn’t known him long enough to love him—but the whole time she berated herself she was more than aware of the little voice in her head whispering the truth.
    “All clear,” he said, walking back into the room. “I need to find one of my contacts on this planet,” he said, settling at the