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that seem overly stalkerish? “Or maybe it’s a public street and I was enjoying the view.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Please. We don’t have anything else to say to each other, so for your sake, I hope you are here for the view.”
    The little purple dress she wore swirled around her knees as she jammed her hands down on her hips. Red hair fanned across her shoulders as the color in her cheeks bloomed, and yeah, he was definitely enjoying the view.
    God, she was so gorgeous. His tongue went numb as the file folder of images with her name on it fell open in his head, spilling out every one. Naked, clothed, laughing, eyelashes at half-mast as she peeked up at him, dolphins, sand, parasailing—all of it whirled through his senses, enlivening him, heating his blood.
    And therein lay her danger. The moment he smelled her, he forgot about the name Jared Anderson and remembered only that he’d left a chunk of himself with Audra when he’d gone back to Iraq after two weeks’ leave in the Bahamas.
    “Not true,” he murmured as he stared at her. “I still have plenty to say.”
    A couple of tourists on bicycles nearly sideswiped them as they barreled down the sidewalk, horns honking, as if that was enough of a warning for pedestrians to get out of the way.
    Instantly, Charlie shielded Audra from harm and whirled her to safety in a small alleyway between FARC and the next building. His fingers did not want to uncurl from her arms, but he did it. Somehow. Tingles danced across his flesh where he’d connected with hers.
    The street sounds faded as they stared at each other, their new, closer proximity a very distracting addition to the party. He should be focusing on Aqueous. Only. Not her and how much he’d liked touching her, even for that brief second.
    “Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded.
    “Not that I was in any real danger,” she said wryly. “Bicyclists are not known for their killer instincts.”
    He almost laughed and then remembered they weren’t friends, lovers, acquaintances, or really anything to each other. Not anymore. Sudden sadness crushed down on his chest, and that was worse than anything.
    “Am I cleared to exit the premises, lieutenant?” she asked.
    “No,” he fairly growled as she took a step toward the waterfront, also known as the opposite direction he wanted her to go. “Can you take five minutes out of your busy schedule to hear me out?”
    She made a big show of firming her lips and circling her finger in a smart-ass, get-on-with-it motion. It was harder to keep from grabbing that finger and sucking it into his mouth than he would have liked. The sounds she made when he pleasured her had laced his dreams often enough that he could recall them with perfect clarity, even in a thin, shadowed alleyway in Freeport.
    But he’d given up his right to put his mouth on her. She’d found someone else.
    Didn’t stop him from wanting to taste her again, just to satisfy his curiosity about whether she could still send him into the stratosphere with simply a kiss. And now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t unthink it.
    “Just out of curiosity,” he said. “How would your boyfriend feel if he learned you were holed up in a very small alleyway with your former lover?” Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked away so fast that it piqued his curiosity. That was a button he hadn’t intended to push so hard, but now that his finger was on it… “He’s the jealous type then? I know I would be. If I was him, I’d want to punch me in the face.”
    “Why exactly would Jared want to punch you?” Her tongue flicked out to drag across her upper lip, and he watched it with more interest than he probably should. “You know, given that you outweigh him by at least thirty pounds of muscle?”
    The compliment warmed him dangerously, even though he knew good and well she hadn’t meant it as one. Nothing beneficial was going to come out of this conversation if he didn’t get it back on