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a woman during an op. It was hazardous and unprecedented. She clouded his head and left him disoriented. Made him slow and stupid, which was a great way to end up blowing his cover. Or dead.
    She came on strong. So strong that he’d spent time against that wall wondering if she had ulterior motives, but there was genuine hurt when he backed away. She wanted him, which made no sense.
    He shouldn’t have been surprised to see her making her way toward him now, but he cursed under his breath. It was her plane and she’d told him it was her job to know what happened on it. The brim of her faded Detroit Lions hat shielded her deep green eyes from the sun, but not the rest of her gorgeous body. He probably looked like he was waiting for her when, in fact, he wanted to avoid her as long as possible.
    “Afternoon,” she said, her tone frosty. “You’re here because . . .?”
    “I’m to make sure nothing get on the plane that’s not supposed to while it fuels.” Like a bomb.
    She nodded in acceptance. “I guess they’re running behind?”
    “Seems so.”
    “Where’s our boss?”
    “Getting ready for the game drive.” Ethan figured now was as good a time as any to have the conversation that was needed. “Hey, last night—”
    A tanker truck rumbled down the gravel road, kicking up dust and dirt, and momentarily broke his concentration. There was no way he could tell her over the laboring engine that approached that he’d made a horrible mistake.
    He shouldn’t have gotten on her plane. He shouldn’t have let her kiss him. And he sure as shit shouldn’t have let himself kiss her back.
    Olivia gave a friendly smile to the truck driver, whose eyes lit up. He probably didn’t encounter women too often on his deliveries, and definitely not ones who looked like her. Long legs, full breasts stacked over a narrow waist. Curves. Ethan’s hands knew exactly where those curves were.
    All of the papers were in order and the refueling was uneventful, other than the driver lingering until he got a good look at Ethan’s scowl, which sent the man running.
    “You didn’t have to be rude to him,” she scolded.
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “No, but you looked like you wanted to kill him.”
    “Maybe that’s just how I look.”
    Her gaze locked on his, an enigma behind her eyes. “That’s not how you look at me.”
    How the hell did she know there was more going on with him than appeared on the surface? She didn’t wait for him to say anything. Her emerald eyes blinked once, and then she was gone.
    By the time he reached the lodge, Giovanni was already seated in the vehicle, ready for the game drive. He dismissed the backup translator. The thin, white South African man spoke English well enough, but his Italian wasn’t great and that was sure to annoy Giovanni.
    “Are you ready?” Giovanni asked him.
    “Yes.” Ethan wrapped a hand around the black bar to climb into the first row—
    “No, she’ll sit there.”
    “She?” He craned his neck, already certain who Giovanni was talking about. Ethan chewed back the cuss word he wanted to say. Although Giovanni didn’t speak English, he’d seen enough English-speaking movies to recognize the four-letter words. “I told you not to come,” he said to her.
    “You are not my boss,” Olivia snapped. As she moved to climb in, he instinctively stepped back. He didn’t want her so close that he’d be able to smell the faint vanilla perfume she wore. It had lingered last night, just as long as the taste of her soft mouth.
    Ethan used the darkest look in his possession, the one that was pure intimidation, and it made her eyes widen so they were mostly white. But she swallowed back that fear and stood tall. Jesus, that glare should have sent her running.
    Her face soured, and he realized he should have tried a soft touch rather than a forceful one. Her foot stomped on the running board as she climbed up and flopped down in the front row beside Giovanni, just like