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is.” He claimed her lips.
    Her arms twined around his neck. The throb, which had begun the moment she saw him, grew rosy with the heat of their bodies. She opened her lips to him, her tongue dueling for control.
    His palms cupped her warm cheeks. His gaze drilled through to her soul. “Come with me,” he whispered and took her hand, drawing her from the throngs of dancing, sweating bodies.
    Electrical currents of anticipation travelled along her veins. She’d follow him anywhere. Gone were the crowds. For this moment they were the only two people on the island. Her courage held until he unzipped the flap of his tent, then she hesitated, her old resolve causing her to pull back.
    He tilted his head to the side and ran his thumb along her jaw. Electric tingles coursed over her skin. Desire filled her while a small pulse in an area typically ignored ached with expectation.
    “You want me?” She couldn’t stop the question.
    “I do. I tried to tell…”
    “Truly?” She raised a hand to his stubbled cheek.
    He kissed her tenderly, his lips forming to hers. He pulled back so only their noses touched. “For a long time now.”
    She lowered her head. “I want you too.”
    His thumb traced the contours of her lips and he tilted her chin up. “Do what you want to do, Lorna—what makes you feel good. Stop overthinking—overanalyzing.”
    “Mitchell…I’m…I’m dam—”
    “Damned beautiful is what you are.” His mouth descended on hers again, while his forefinger traced a seductive line from her collarbone over her exposed skin, down to her cleavage, to the button of her blouse.
    Warmth flooded in all hidden places in her body. She sighed.
    He lifted her hand and rained soft kisses on the inside of her wrist. “You don’t understand how I want you.” He led her through the tent flap and laid her back on the nylon floor, cradling her head in the crook of his arm. In no apparent hurry, he smoothed fingertips across her brow and down her cheek to reach behind her head to pull her face to his. “Don’t you know, Lorna?”
    The ping of an incoming e-mail rang through to her conscience, unexpected and unwelcomed. Lorna’s eyes flew open stung by the bright display of the open laptop. Her breath hitched, his whispered words reverberated deep in her soul. Don’t you know ?
    Lorna swung her feet to the side of the bed. With her elbows laid across her knees, she tried to gain control of her breathing. She groaned, the loss of the emotional connection of her dream felt like a physical blow. She padded off to the bathroom to splash water on her face. Liquid cupped in her palms for a drink, she chastised her reflection. “Why didn’t I realize?” She shook her head at the dark circles under her eyes. She would have to take special care tomorrow with her makeup to cover the smudges of worry. “I was just a conquest. The one that got away—one in a long line, as it turned out.”
    Clicking off the lights as she went, she moved back towards the bed, exhausted and ready for slumber. The beauty of the dream—memory—could not erase or ease of pain of the harsh reality. Her heart craved the sweetness of that moment. If only it had stayed perfect.
    “I can’t live off ‘if onlys.’” She smashed her fist into the pillow, creating an ample dent to rest her head. Her knees came up to her chest and the seldom-allowed tears streamed off her cheeks to be absorbed in the crisp cotton of her pillow in her silent hotel room. How she wished she could eradicate Mitchell Morgan from her innermost heart. “Damn you, Mitchell Morgan,” she sobbed.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    The following week, Mitch and his squad returned to their Edmonton detachment, and strut their victory. They were a triumphant team having worked a successful sting operation that had crippled a major drug dealer in the lower mainland of British Columbia. Five months of background and planning put the team in the field. Then