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hair, saying his name. Robin silently communicated her trust and
knowledge that she was the queen to his king in their kingdom; where the
language spoken was theirs alone.
     
    Much later, as the fire died down and the wind blew outside,
he kissed her mouth once more, knowing they’d be asleep in seconds. Grayson,
lying beside her with his arm protectively around her, knew that she was the
woman he had looked for his entire adult life. She had certainly satisfied and
thrilled him physically; yet his feelings were just as strong on so many other
levels.
    Robin, on the edge of sleep, marinated in the intensity of
the complete pleasure she they’d shared and enjoyed. She was amazed at the
depths of her feelings for Grayson. The intensity of her feelings could be
caused from the danger that surrounded them. Could danger be an aphrodisiac?
She had never felt pleasure so intense; not even with Alex. Whether or not
imminent danger fueled her feelings, she could not, and would not, deny her
feelings for Grayson.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Grayson woke with Robin asleep and completely relaxed in his
arms. He’d turned the lantern off sometime during the night but some daylight
was seeping inside. The fire had burned down to hot coals, and he knew there’d
be a chill outside of the covers. His body burned with new desire, threatening
to overtake his mind, but Grayson fought it this time. It’d been reckless last
night. Reckless but needed. Reckless but undeniable. Now he had to remember he
was here to protect her.
    Remarkably, an emotional response outshone the physical. His
heart swelled in such a strange reaction that he couldn’t place it at first. Even
if she walked out of his life soon, this would always rank as the best
Christmas he ever had. They were almost like two normal people in love spending
the holiday together.
    Then he looked at the woman that had made him so happy and
kissed her shoulder. She rolled her head his way and smiled without opening her
eyes.
    “I was afraid,” he whispered, “that I would wake up to find
it’d been a dream with you. But here you are.”
    Her smile grew. “I’m still dreaming.”
    He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at her face,
noticing little details. Her eyelashes matched her hair. She had a tiny freckle
by her temple and a few light ones on her nose. He traced a finger along her
jaw line and down her neck, following her collarbone and then the swell of her
breast.
    “Grayson?” she asked, slowly opening her eyes. When she
looked at him, there was a hint of worry there. “Were you close to the girl on
the plane?”
    He almost laughed. “Are you jealous?”
    “No, not really…I thought you seemed a bit protective when I
said the other two agents missed something too.”
    He nodded and looked away, wanting to gather his thoughts.
“That was my sister.”
    Her body jerked. “Your sister?”
    His throat constricted so that he couldn’t answer. Of course
he was proud of Arianna, but he carried around a weight, knowing his influence
had led to her join the agency.
    “Grayson? That wasn’t real on the plane?”
    It had bothered him that Robin thought that. Once in a
while, he wanted credit for helping others. His job required secrecy, so it had
felt nice when Robin looked at him in awe at their first meeting.
    “That little ploy came from a real incident. I did trade
seats with a young bride once, and it seems to work really well for different
missions.” He looked back to her and returned to her original question. “I
worry about my sister, but she’s an excellent agent. She’s thirty-three, but
you’d never guess from looking at her.”
    Robin was quiet for a long time, lost in her thoughts. His
mind wandered as well; he tried to picture what would happen once they received
the okay to leave. She might want to go back to her life as usual and forget
about their time together—it hadn’t been voluntary on her part, after all. Not
liking that scenario, he got up