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from hers. He stared down at Rachel, watching as her eyes slowly opened. She blinked up at him.
    She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
    What have I done?
    He forced his hands to free her, when he wanted to hold as tightly to her as possible. “I should apologize,” Dylan began.
    She pushed back her hair. The dark mane that he wanted to see spread out on his pillow.
    “I should,” he continued, voice rough with desire, “but I’m not.”
    Her breath seemed to come in fast pants. She wasn’t the only one breathing too hard. Dylan felt as if each breath he took sawed out of his lungs.
    “We’re not on duty,” he said. “And I’ve been wanting to taste you for too long.”
    Rachel backed away from him. “You can’t do this now. You can’t. ” She spun on her heel and started marching down the street. Her steps were fast and hard.
    Dylan followed right behind her, but his pace was much slower as he tailed Rachel back to her apartment building.
    Rachel’s apartment was on the second floor, and she hit the stairs leading up to that level at a near run. Dylan lifted a brow at her haste, and then he headed up after her, taking his time.
    At the top of the stairs, he turned to the left. Rachel’s apartment was the one on the end. The one that gave her a perfect view of the rising sun. Not that he’d ever been there to watch the sun rise with Rachel...
    Maybe one day.
    Rachel unlocked her apartment. The security alarm began to beep. Dylan followed her inside and shut the door as she reset the alarm. He propped his back up against the wooden door frame and waited for her to erupt.
    In his experience, Rachel liked to do her eruptions in private. She wasn’t the public drama type.
    Only she didn’t erupt. She wrapped her hands around her waist, and she stared up at him.
    Rachel appeared...lost. Afraid. Of him?
    The look in her eyes actually hurt him. He jerked away from the door. “Rachel—”
    “I don’t expect an apology,” she said and the words came out too quickly. “Especially since I was kissing you back.”
    Yes, she had been. And she’d just been adding more fuel to his fantasies.
    “But... why? ” Her question was stark. “Why now?”
    Because jealousy had clawed into him when he’d thought that Rachel might be involved with someone else. He’d been at her side, working day and night with her for three years. He’d wanted her that whole time.
    He’d never thought another man might take her away from him...
    Until tonight.
    When he’d walked in that pub and seen the blond eyeing Rachel like she was the best candy he’d ever seen, Dylan realized that Rachel could slip right through his fingers. Fear had grown with him. Then, outside, when he’d confronted Rachel on the street—
    You’re involved with someone else? You’re sleeping with someone? His own furious words seemed to blast back at him.
    And, deep inside, Dylan wondered just what he would have done if Rachel had been involved with another man.
    “Rachel...”
    Her rough laughter cut him off. Rachel didn’t laugh often. In fact, he had to fight in order to get her to ever lower her guard enough to laugh just a little with him. When she did laugh, the sound was light. Soft. As beautiful as she was. Not mocking and cold.
    “Mercer,” she said, giving a hard nod of her head as if she’d just figured out a challenging puzzle. “You went to see him tonight, didn’t you? Before you came to look for me.”
    On full alert now, Dylan nodded.
    She spun, giving him her back as she paced toward her couch. “I should have known.”
    Now he was lost. “Known what?”
    She turned back to glare at him. “I’ve worked enough missions with Mercer to know how his mind works. I know his plays. All of his little mind games.” She waved her hand in the air. A rough gesture as her fingers spun in a little circle. “He thinks he’s going to use me, doesn’t he?”
    That was far too close to Mercer’s plan, so Dylan didn’t speak.