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pond to negotiate in person could have cost their line millions in lost revenue.
    So what had they done?
    They bought their own private jet.
    Something they’d been talking about doing for a couple years, but the numbers just hadn’t made it worth their while. Until this week.
    Salvaging the wavering contract with the Prime Minister of Morocco had fallen to Aslan, since she dealt with most of their foreign contacts. The week of discussions had been trying and frustrating, especially since she had to have a translator with her for all of the negotiations. Learning to speak Arabic and French had been on her to-do list for a while but she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
    Honor is one of the biggest values held dear to the Moroccan people, all the way up to the king, who she’d seen in passing a few times during the week.
    Certain assurances given in private could mean less the dirt on the artwork inside the parliament. But if someone agreed to something in the presence of others, you could consider it as good as gold. A fact she’d learned long ago, which was one more reason to have a translator with her she trusted.
    The meetings were long and trying but she’d secured Morocco as one of their premier African ports for the next five years. The longest contract they’d had to date.
    Success bubbled in her veins as she turned down the last street before she got home. She’d spoken with Zeke every day, but it wasn’t nearly the same as being with him all day.
    “Aching” for him barely touched the surface.
    Quite a few other vehicles passed her as she moved closer to home. Closer to her husband.
    Aslan glanced at the clock, trying to remember which time zone she was in.
    Nine-thirty at night. Eastern.
    “What’s with all the traffic?” she asked out loud. No one could hear her but whatever.
    Car after truck after SUV filed past her. It was just odd. And it almost seemed as if they were coming from…her house.
    Several of the vehicles seemed familiar too.
    Oh. Work people. Maybe? Zeke was probably having some testosterone-fueled, rugby-watching party. Interesting sport. It was a full-contact, take-down sport with minimal padding and lots of aggression. Good times.
    Odd he didn’t mention it on the phone when she called him during the flight.
    Pulling into the driveway, as the last two vehicles drove away, made her even that much more suspicious something else was going on.
    One of the vehicles was full of some of the metal fabrication guys.
    And the other?
    A couple of the design women from the ship’s interior departments.
    Huh?
    But something they all had in common?
    Shit-eating grins on their faces as they passed her, and several of them waved as they drove away.
    Huh?
    In the garage, after she’d closed the overhead door, she hauled her tired self out of the vehicle and grabbed her purse.
    The door opened at the far corner of the large space and Aslan’s fatigue melted away.
    “Zeke.”
    “Fuck, I missed you.”
    There he stood with a towel wrapped around his lean hips.
    Leaving her luggage in the back, she moved toward him and he lifted her up into his arms.
    His mouth was on hers and her hands were in his wet hair.
    The taste of his possession jolted through her system and she sighed against his lips. “Missed you so bad.” Droplets of water still clung to his shoulders. “Quick shower?”
    His grin spoke volumes and his sly “Mmhmm.” made her even more curious.
    “And people from work were leaving from here?”
    “A few.” And the smirk definitely hadn’t faded.
    Aslan’s eyebrows dipped low. “Care to tell me what’s going on, husband of mine?”
    “No.” There was no heat to his words. Nothing but a fair amount of kid-in-a-candy-store glee.
    “No?” she said in the form of a question. “No?” she asked again about an octave higher. “But I’m so curious now. Can I have a little hint?”
    He let her slide down his body and he kissed her again. “”Let me get your luggage and