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Jack watched her pink tongue dart out of her mouth to moisten her lower lip and had to fight back a groan.
    He nearly choked as he spoke. “I think you missed a spot.” Jack pointed to a spot above his knee.
    Her mouth dropped open and Jack knew he was a goner.
    “Oh, my, what are you doing?” Jeremy asked as he rounded the corner into the galley.
    “I’m cleaning his pants,” Delaney said as if that should be obvious.
    “Is that what they’re calling it these days? I could’ve sworn the new term was sexual…harassment.” Jeremy cocked his head and arched a brow. “I used the old ‘cleaning someone’s pants’ as an excuse five years ago. It didn’t work then, either. I’ll leave you to it.” He turned and left the galley, laughing as he walked away.
    “I’ll get the rest,” Jack said, snatching the paper towels out of her hands and striding into the lavatory. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for support. The teeth of his zipper bit into his tender flesh as he attempted to adjust the weight of his arousal.
    What in the hell had just happened? He wasn’t some kind of randy teenager who got easily turned on by sexual innuendo. He’d come close to losing control with a woman he shouldn’t even be attracted to. Yet, she’d done more for his libido in a few minutes than the last five women he’d dated in the past year.
    He shook his head and pressed the tap on the water dispenser. Jack splashed the cool liquid over his face, then braced his hands on the side of the sink, curling his fingers as he stared into the mirror. Droplets ran down his cheeks onto his shirt. The blue of his eyes was damn near black with need.
    Jack’s hands trembled as he pulled out a fresh paper towel and dried his flushed face. He reminded himself that until he finished his move, he didn’t need any female complications. Once he settled into life in Paradise Valley and got his bearings with the greater Phoenix area, maybe he’d give Delaney a call. He knew that made perfect sense and was absolutely the right move to make. So why was he taking out his wallet to retrieve one of his business cards?

3
    D ELANEY THUMBED the white card with gold embossed lettering that Jack Gordon handed her as he’d left the aircraft. Maybe her luck was turning. She and her crew had caught the shuttle outside of Terminal 1, riding the bus to the Doubletree Guest Suites in Santa Monica. Delaney knew her room would be set up for surveillance. She’d track Jack from there and decide her next move.
    The Doubletree Guest Suites looked like any other midsize hotel. Situated four blocks from the beach and right next to the Santa Monica Freeway, the hotel couldn’t be in a better location for her purposes.
    She tipped the shuttle driver and strode into the lobby. A huge Native-American basket-weave design greeted her as she half rolled and half dragged her bag over to the front desk. Had she somehow pissed off the wheel gods without knowing it? A sealed envelope was waiting. McMillan had been busy, while she worked her flight. Delaney glanced over to make sure that Jeremy and Barbie were still preoccupied with the car rental forms, before snatching the envelope off the counter. She shoved it in her bag upon their approach.
    “Hey, we’ve rented a car and are going for dinner and drinks, care to join us?”
    Delaney looked at her crew. Despite working with them over the past few days, she didn’t feel as if she belonged. Her real job kept her alienated and she liked it that way…or had. Other than the guys she’d dated, she never really hung out with her coworkers socially at the ATF. Working for the airline, where employees routinely hugged each other and met for meals, made that fact painfully obvious.
    “No, thank you,” she replied. “I’m kind of beat. I think I’ll go to bed early.”
    Jeremy glanced at his watch. “It’s only six.”
    “I know, but I’m still getting used to this schedule.” That wasn’t exactly a