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stylish building, more commercial than residential-looking to him, but with nicely manicured shrubs and flowers displayed in a tasteful garden out the front. Rose colored marble lined the entryway, and more marble tiled the courtyard and steps. The place screamed ‘rich’. The entire block was built for the wealthy and privileged in a country where those people were few and far between.
    Obviously, Kylie was one of those lucky ones.
    “Here.”
    He grinned. She sure was a woman of few words. She had no accent either. Not to him at least. She could have been from the United States—any of the Midwestern ones, at least. He’d not remembered her having one, but her Korean had been pretty fast and hard when she’d been yelling his head off.
    “Where did you learn English?”
    She blinked and did that frown again like he’d just ruined her day. “Where did you?”
    “Ha, funny. I meant your English is without accent. You sound American. Why is that?”
    “You don’t have an accent either. You sound American. Why is that?”
    Okay, he was a smart man. She was pissed off. He could see that. Hell, everyone on the street could probably see that. Her knuckles were white again, and she stood so straight and tense she was probably straining something. A smart man would back down.
    He hauled her in close, bent his head and kissed her.
    She tasted amazing—like coming home.
    Her lips fitted his perfectly. Because he’d shocked her, her mouth was open slightly. He dove in and took them both on a wild, wet ride that would leave him aching for more, and possibly her too, but there wasn’t a chance he could stop. He couldn’t. She tasted so sweet, he feared suddenly that he’d reveal too much in this first kiss. And it was going to be a first kiss to remember. He’d make sure it was and build on to it with many, many more.
    He worked his way past her resistance until the hands holding him back dug into his chest trying to keep him close. Only then did he end the kiss and pull away from her lips.
    Her mouth glistened from their shared passion, so full and soft he wanted to go right back to kissing her. He didn’t though. Not yet. If he did, he might very well make love to her on her dad’s floor. He wanted her willing—and she had been—but he wanted her as hot to have him as he was to have her. She was warm against him, but he was harder than the marble covering the walls and floor. There wasn’t a chance of him easing into her like this. So there wasn’t a chance of him taking this any farther. He wanted the friction only a woman could provide —this woman, he realized, meeting her dazed, beautiful eyes. Only her.
    “Why,” she whispered, then stopped to run her pink tongue over her bottom lip, “why did you do that?”
    “I wanted to see if you tasted American.”
    She reared back and frowned again, but this time he watched the smile blossom on her lips. “And? Did I?”
    “Hell if I know, but you taste addictive. I want more.”
    That surprised her, he could tell.
    Hell, it surprised him. Since when did you start telling women the truth?
    He stared at her beautiful face, mesmerized by the slant of her eyes when she narrowed them, as if trying to figure him out.
    When did he start telling women the truth? Since he’d met her. She was it. He now knew why the hell Wolf had been so screwed up for years without Mandy. He now got it. And he was on a mission to bring her in.
    Kylie stiffened in his arms and pushed at his chest. “You’re making a scene.”
    “Causing, it’s causing a scene.”
    She froze, then shook her head with a soft laugh. “Either way, let me go.”
    “Only if you promise to spill the beans. I need to know what’s going on, who you are and why Uncle Sam wants to know.”
    “Uncle Sam?”
    He loosened his arms and let her step away, but kept her hand. “My government, baby.” He glanced around the street, and no one was obviously watching, but he’d bet his last dollar there were