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Admiral by his first name? Named his Top Secret project team, and its highest-ranking officer, by name? What kind of game was this woman playing? She said she was tired. Hungry. Needed his help. Two could play this game.
    “All right. Let’s eat breakfast, and then I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.” And he’d interrogate the living hell out of anyone he found there.
    “Okay.” She shuddered in his arms and nodded into his neck. Inexplicably, she moved her arms from his waist farther up his back and squeezed, one hand cradling the back of his head. It was personal, a lover’s touch, a subconscious claim on his body. Damned if he didn’t allow it. Hell, he never wanted her to let go.
    This was all kinds of fucked up.
    He’d had his fun over the years, back when he was young, stupid and pretty. Back then he’d been the rich Senator’s only heir and the girls had been relentless. Every one of them wanted to marry a wealthy, West Point graduate. But they’d all been too much for him to take. Too much like his mother with their Prada shoes and calculating smiles.
    Sarah was scared, and there was no hint of insincerity in her eyes or her touch. Unable to resist the sweet seduction of her bare shoulders another minute, he lifted his palm to her back and brushed his fingers beneath her hair and along her spine in what he hoped were soothing strokes. The wet heat of tears soaked his neck and the collar of his shirt for several minutes before she whispered a reply.
    “Thank you.”
    She pulled out of his arms and he would’ve sworn the temperature in the room plummeted fifteen degrees. Suddenly, he didn’t know where to put his hands so he pointed back to the small bathroom. “I’ll make breakfast. Shower’s through there. You might want to use it. You smell like lake moss and dead fish.”
    She grinned through the tears on her cheeks, wiped them away with the back of one hand and grabbed the clothing he’d brought down for her. “Could be worse, I guess.”
    “Could be.” Lie. Lie. Lie. She smelled like heaven on Earth and the caveman inside him wanted to drag her into his bedroom, tug the blanket out of her hands, and spend the whole day exploring every inch of her delectable body. But she wanted to go see another man, a scientist in Bannockburn. He’d rather lock her in his bedroom and ravage her until all thought fled from her lightning-quick mind, but he’d have to be dead before he’d admit it aloud. He wasn’t that stupid.
    She closed the bathroom door behind her and the spell was broken. He shifted the uncomfortable bulge in his pants around and frowned. He must be going crazy. He’d known the woman for all of a half hour! And Bannockburn?
    Whatever. He’d make eggs, then drive her to see her precious scientist. He needed to know all about Luke Lawson, make sure the man wasn’t a threat. After that? Assuming she was telling him the truth, she wouldn’t be his responsibility anymore, would she?
    Bandit growled at him from her cozy bed next to the unlit fireplace, then yapped out two short barks that sounded suspiciously like, “Yeah, right.”
    “Shut up, dog.” He growled at Bandit, who rolled over for a belly rub in response. Spoiled little rat. He leaned down to oblige the little rodent, but the moment didn’t last long.
    The soft click of the bathroom door’s latch preceded a soft, sharp whistle. Bandit’s ears popped up and she jumped out of her bed. Her tail wagged so fiercely it looked like the little puff-ball was going to fall over laughing at him as she sauntered toward the bathroom to join her new best friend in the shower. Hot water. Soap. Lots and lots of bare skin.
    The door closed once again behind the little traitor and he heard Sarah’s soft laughter. Now he was jealous of a ten-pound fur-ball that smelled like dead fish.
    Tim started cooking and let his mind work on the problem at hand. It was either that or stare at the bathroom door like a lust-filled