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she would make his life worth living.

    Chapter Five
    The coffee had to be the best Lana had tasted in a long while. All that perfection probably came from the fact Horn had brought it to her. He’d certainly been perfect in bed.
    At the moment, Mister Perfect sat in on a card game with two other agents flying on to Colombia from Argentina. Grant Stoner and Phil Winters didn’t know they were playing with a card shark. That much had been in Horn’s file, expert with all weapons, top physical condition, and unmatched in fixing games of chance.
    She got up and stretched to loosen her tight muscles, deciding a little snooping on her partner might be a good idea. The washroom just happened to be on the way, and she wanted to freshen her makeup, anyway
    With makeup kit in hand, Lana moved along the aisle, slowing down as she reached the card game. She smiled in amusement, noting the high stakes was a pile of toothpicks. At least Horn had the decency not to take their money.
    He glanced up and winked at her and then focused back on the game. The man had to be the world’s biggest flirt, and she loved it. His dark hair gleamed in the overhead light, and his complexion could have been polished copper. He looked absolutely delicious with the sleeves of his blue shirt rolled up and his collar open to give her a peek at his neck. Lord, he was so well built her body responded to the memory of him against her naked skin.
    How cheap can you get giving him the come on look? You are so transparent
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    Lana hurried out of sight, stepping into the washroom without looking back. She dropped her makeup bag on the gleaming, clean counter and scolded herself for enjoying the erotic feelings Horn created in her. A splash of cool water to her face helped.
    She removed most of her makeup and considered not reapplying. No, she couldn’t do that. Eyelashes and red lips were a small disguise, and she felt the need to hide from Horn. If she ever regained a personal life, the makeup would be dumped. Noticing her shining, clean skin, she rethought the idea. Maybe just the lipstick and a little mascara.
    Are you kidding, girl? You are addicted to the paint.
    Twenty minutes later, she tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She shoved harder, and it flew open. She landed against Horn, who smiled.
    “I wasn’t in there that long.”
    He glanced back at Stoner and Winters. “I thought you might be waiting for me.”
    “Waiting for you?” Her skin prickled with anticipation.
    “Perfect timing to see if we’re compatible in small spaces.”
    He looked too damn appealing with a sexy grin on his mouth and his clothes a bit rumpled.
    “No.” She pushed him away.
    He stumbled back to emphasize the strength of her shove. “Okay for this time, but I really want to talk to you.”
    “I’m sure whatever you have to say could have waited until I got back to my seat.” She shouldered past him and hurried down the aisle with Horn dogging her heels. “What do you want to talk about?”
    He laughed softly, conspiratorially. “I had to get away from those turkeys. For a while, I considered playing for money, but I didn’t want to rob the guys.”
    “Very noble of you, Horn.” Lana knew she looked into the eyes of a man expert in all he did. That included getting in her pants. She diverted her thoughts, glancing at her watch, anything to avoid eye contact with him.
    “What’s eating you, Pearly?” Sam tinkered with her earring. “We’ll be landing in about two hours. Want something to eat?”
    “No, thank you. The last sandwich you made will last me for two days.”
    “Did you enjoy it?” His voice had slipped into dark velvet, and she wrapped herself in its darkness.
    “I’ll have to change before the plane lands.” Why did she feel the need to tell him that? An innocent topic that meant nothing to him. He placed the headphones over his ears and went back to wherever his secret place happened to be.
    She took stationary and pen from