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think you were dead.”
    Those sky blue eyes were intent. “It is. Very serious.”
    “And you don’t think people have a right to know?” It was the bedrock philosophy of
Area 8
.
Area 8
didn’t have a political viewpoint. She was no ideologue. The only philosophy
Area 8
followed was that citizens had a right to know what was going on with the people in power. They had a right to know what was being done in their name. And she also believed with all her heart that sunlight disinfected. Shine a light in the darkest corners and it got cleaned up. “This is big stuff. There are a lot of questions surrounding the Massacre. None of what happened made sense to me and I’ve been doing some digging of my own.”
    “You have?” Jack passed a big hand over the stubble on his head. “Tell you what, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
    Oh
God
.
    He’d meant it in a completely different way but the image that blossomed in Summer’s head was sexual. Him showing her his. That big, tough body, naked. From the powerful shoulders, the broad chest, the long, long legs down to the beautiful feet. She knew what he’d looked like naked fifteen years ago and he’d been dazzling, in a lean male model kind of way. Now, a naked Jack would be pure male power, unadorned and raw. Scarred and tough and mouthwatering.
    Heat streaked through her—fast, explosive, unstoppable. The reaction only Jack had ever coaxed from her body. A conflagration from the top of her head to her toes because the truth was—she’d seen his. She remembered it clearly and it had been the source of blinding pleasure. She’d never known anything like that pleasure after him.
    God forbid he realize that.
    And what business did she have, getting all hot and bothered when he was standing there like a glowering lump of stone, surly and unshaven and he was supposed to be
dead
for heaven’s sake!
    Get yourself under control
,
Summer.
    The thought was unusual, because as a rule, she was nothing but control. She was a highly disciplined investigative journalist who took her work extremely seriously because it had consequences. She was not supposed to be hot-flashing on the man who had turned her on to sex, then disappeared from her life without a word, but not before seducing every female in her immediate vicinity.
    He’d broken into her home for a reason. To stop her from writing about him surviving the Massacre, which was major news. He was here to persuade her and it was to his credit he wasn’t using his sex appeal, which had always been off the charts.
    Though, to some, maybe now his sex appeal would be a little...faded. Switched off. If you liked youthful good looks and playful male charm, this Jack was not for you.
    It was an enormous pity that the mature Summer found the mature, beaten down but clearly powerful Jack even more attractive than the golden boy of fifteen years ago.
    She turned off the flame and put dinner on the table. The omelet, naan bread, a salad and four French soft cheeses on a wooden board.
    “Sit down,” she ordered. “Eat.”
    A corner of his hard mouth lifted as he sat. “Yes, ma’am.”
    He waited until she had her fork in hand. “Eat,” Summer said again.
    Maybe he actually had been homeless because he ate like it was going to disappear from his plate at any moment. Mary Delvaux had hammered manners into her kids and he didn’t spray food and didn’t use his fingers. But he inhaled the food, staring down at his plate and not making eye contact with her.
    When he’d used the last bite of naan bread to pick up the last molecule of omelet, she said, “I have some homemade ice cream, if—”
    “Yes,” he said, lifting his eyes to hers. “Please.”
    Suppressing a sigh, Summer went to the freezer and took down a big container of homemade peach ice cream. Jack demolished it.
    When he put the bowl back on the table, Summer lifted an eyebrow. She’d stopped eating half an hour ago. “We good?”
    He wiped his mouth