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He glanced from side to side, alert to potential threats. He had bodyguards stationed at two corners of the parking lot, but still felt tense. The pistol on his hip gave him some comfort, but he was aware that danger hovered everywhere.
    Especially in his bride’s delectable cleavage.
    When Kelli reached for the car door, Mac touched her arm to stop her.
    “Wait,” he ordered.
    She stepped back and blinked. Mac was still touching her arm, and it took all the strength he had to drop his hand and begin a slow inspection of the vehicle. He circled cautiously, stooping down to check the undercarriage, then the wheel wells.
    “Are you looking for bombs?” Kelli whispered.
    Mac looked up and realized he had a lovely view straight up her skirt.
    Probably should spend a little more time on the ground performing a really thorough inspection .
    “Bombs,” Mac repeated, shaking his head to clear it. Distraction wasn’t an option on this mission. “Bombs or tracking devices.”
    Or those gorgeous, sun-kissed legs curving up under that thin little skirt to a pair of lush, warm thighs that would feel amazing wrapped around —
    He straightened up on the passenger side and reached across Kelli to open her door. “Darling,” he prompted, and handed her inside. She smiled at him, and Mac had to resist the urge to stroke her hair.
    As soon as they were both in the vehicle and safely buckled, he turned to her. “Thank you for accepting my proposal.”
    “You must say that to all your brides.”
    “No, I meant business proposal. Well, and the engagement.” He frowned, realizing he was handling this rather awkwardly. “As you might imagine, this is much different from my usual missions.”
    “You don’t say.”
    “I’m ordinarily on much more familiar ground with things like illegal arms deals and tactical military missions.”
    “Not so much with wedding cakes and bridal lingerie?”
    Her tone was teasing, and he allowed himself a small smile. “Not so much.”
    “Were we being watched in the restaurant?”
    “Yes. Two of Zapata’s men were at a table about twenty feet away.”
    He started the car, relived when nothing exploded. It was always a risk in his line of work. They rode in silence for a while, with Mac acutely aware of her beside him looking sweet and soft in a pale pink silk top and white linen skirt. He smelled jasmine again, and wondered if it was her perfume or her natural fragrance. He thought about asking, but that seemed too personal.
    You’ve asked her to be your fake fiancée , he chided himself. That’s pretty fucking personal .
    No, it was a business arrangement, pure and simple. It made sense, having someone who’d been close with his family. Sheri had vouched for her, which meant a lot.
    If Zapata’s men checked into it, they’d learn he’d been in close contact with Kelli for years. Not that Mac remembered her much. On the rare occasions he’d bumped into a grownup version of Kelli, he’d hardly had time to notice her.
    He was noticing her now, acutely aware of the way her skirt rode up as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Her blouse was modest, nothing overtly sexy about it, but something in the way it draped over her smooth curves made him ache to see what was under it. Would her bra match her panties? Bikini, he guessed, maybe pink. That seemed like the sort of woman she was, sweet and modest and classy.
    You don’t know shit about this woman , his subconscious chided.
    “I know a lot about you,” he blurted, feeling dumb the second the words were out of his mouth. “I’ve had private investigators tracking down every detail about you, from your childhood to your college years and beyond.”
    She blinked at him, looking perplexed. “A couple phone conversations with me wouldn’t have sufficed?”
    “Right,” he said. “I was being efficient.”
    “That’s how every woman wants to be swept off her feet.”
    They fell silent again, Mac trying to think of something to