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feeling giddy, with a smile tugging at her lips and a suspiciously bubbly sensation in her gut. Like she’d turned eighteen all over again.
    She was enjoying herself.
    Skuld would never let her forget it.
     
    Fascinated, Rygard continued to watch her. Beautiful Kaitlyn Darah presented so many shades of contrast, he didn’t know where to begin. He only knew he wasn’t going to leave the bar without her.
    Sleek and black, her merc’s uniform fit her luscious curves like a second skin, her movement not impaired in any way. He’d seen the fluid speed she possessed when she’d plowed her way through the bar brawl. The harnesses she wore across her shoulders and thigh were high quality. The combat knives he could see matched the kind his unit used. He bet she had boot knives too and maybe a couple of hidden blades. Gear of such quality spoke of a successful mercenary.
    Seasoned, profitable mercenaries capable of wreaking the kind of damage he’d seen, just to get to a glass of scotch, did not sit tucked up on a bar stool blushing like schoolgirls. But here she perched, sleek as a cat and cute as a kitten.
    “Where are you staying?” He wanted to be able to find her, needed to know if she wanted him to.
    Her cheeks flamed and her chin dropped at the question, a few locks of dark hair falling across her face. She stuttered again over the name of the hotel, an expensive place and a damned sight better than the tight quarters he shared with DeSarto.
    “And you’re on station alone?” Hard to fathom, but then, hard to believe she was even real. So different from the worn, garish women floating around the bar.
    She shrugged, her lips twisting into a wry grin, reminding him she was a down-to-earth mercenary despite the sweet face. “I piled up too much unused R and R. My captain left me here with direct orders to have a little fun.”
    She might not have realized she’d given him the opening but he seized it. “I think I can help you with that fun.”
    Those big blue eyes blinked at him. Her lips parted, but no words came out as he caught her speechless, again. He almost groaned. His cock had been straining in his pants for what seemed like forever. Damn but he wanted her, and he didn’t want lightly—not with the scars he had in his memory.
    “Last call.” Syn cleared their empty glasses. “You two want another round before I close up?”
    Little Kaitlyn nodded and the bartender poured her another scotch. He had to give it to her. She’d drunk enough to put a man twice her size under the table and yet her hands remained steady. The only speech impediment she suffered was in reaction to his teasing. And hell, but he could entertain himself with that all night.
    As Syn poured him his glass, Rygard held out his wristband to settle the tab. The bartender leaned over the counter and spoke in a low voice for Rygard’s ears only. “You hurt this girl, I will kill you.”
    Rygard didn’t laugh at the other man. Patently obvious from her earlier performance, Kaitlyn could handle herself. But when she smiled…like Syn, he would have ripped any man to shreds who took that light away.
    If he lucked out, he’d see a different kind of pleasure take over those delicate features. Soon.
    Please, for the love of God, soon.
    He might not survive being this turned on otherwise.

Chapter Three
    Kaitlyn figured she might not survive the next five minutes.
    Her heart wasn’t going to make it. It kicked into overdrive at the bar, stopped a couple of times in the lift when Rygard leaned in even closer and currently threatened to pound through her chest.
    Rygard. In her room.
    Alone.
    Well, not alone. She stood there, trying to pull her courage together. Not a panic attack, not the debilitating memories of her capture and torture. No. This felt more like being caught in a swarm of fluttering birds, scattering in every direction and tugging her with them.
    And damn it, a hard-core merc like her didn’t flutter. She’d been through hell