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walked to the kitchen and filled a small plastic tumbler with water. Keeping her thoughts on the hike ahead and the situation report that awaited her, she entered the bedroom and moved to the side of the bed.
    He lifted his head slightly, and she tipped the cup carefully against his lips. His lips. Keeping her attention focused on his mouth made the action more intimate, not less. Her hand trembled, accidentally sending a trickle of water across his cheek and down his neck.
    She pulled the glass away. “Sorry.” She instinctively reached down to wipe the water off his skin. His cheek was rough with night-shadow, but it didn’t diminish the heat searing her fingertips. She started to move her hand away, but he was faster, turning his head and capturing two of her fingers in his mouth. She tugged automatically, and he clamped gently down with his teeth. Her gaze flew to his. He held it without blinking. The subtle pressure of those perfect, white teeth on the gentle skin of her fingers should have been alarming. But the sensation skittering along the nerve endings in her hands and arms was anything but unpleasant.
    Striving to maintain control, she kept her expression even. It cost her. “I’m sorry, but the meal portion of your breakfast is over.”
    He smiled without releasing her, then his eyes went all hot and smoky as he held her gaze and deliberatelysoftened his hold so that his lips slid slowly off of her fingers, closing gently on her fingertips.
    Scottie barely subdued the shudder of pleasure that begged to ripple throughout her body. She wasn’t certain, but it was a pretty good bet that if she’d tried to take so much as a step at that moment, she would have exploded into a million tiny, electrified bits.
    “More water?”
    “Certainly.” She tipped the cup over and poured the last ounce of water smack on his face.
    He didn’t react or even sputter. He just held her gaze.
    Flustered and damning herself for letting him get to her, she turned and strode directly out of the cabin.
    She was an hour and a half down the mountain when she remembered she hadn’t given Blackstone a chance to answer nature’s call. She smiled to herself, suddenly not feeling as guilty about pouring more water on him than in him.
    Six hours turned into nine. The report, when the messenger finally made it to the site, hadn’t been bad, but it hadn’t been reassuring. No update from Lucas Blackstone in almost twenty-four hours. In a situation such as this, with an agent so deep under cover, it wasn’t unusual to miss a contact point or two. But with the recent information of the Brethren’s real plans, maintaining regular contact was more important than ever. Scottie could only hope that by the time Del contacted her at noon the next day, he would have further word.
    It was late afternoon when Scottie arrived back at the cabin. Exhausted, hungry, and tired of drinkingmelted snow, she still took the time to run a circuit check of the area before heading inside. As she had when she’d first approached the cabin that morning—though it felt more like days ago now—she made enough tracks in the snow and in the surrounding woods to effectively cover the actual trail she’d made down the mountain.
    As tired as she was, her senses still went on full alert the moment she stepped inside the cabin. She froze. Her neck prickled a warning alarm, but it was unnecessary. Someone was loose in the cabin.
    There were no other tracks outside beside her own, she had made sure of that. The cabin was small enough so that she was certain no one else could have been hiding out. She knew there was no third person in this house. That could only mean one thing. She turned her head and looked into the bedroom.
    The bed was empty.

THREE
    Damn but it was colder than hell outside. Logan tucked the sheet a little tighter around his waist, wishing he’d had time to drag on a pair of jeans before sliding out the bedroom window. Wishes were for fools and