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    She wasn’t surprised when Ghost pulled her chair out, then took the seat with his back to the wall. She searched for something interesting to say.
    “So…got any tattoos?”
    Ghost grinned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    “Deal.” Rayne enjoyed the look of surprise on his face.
    “Really? You’ve got a tattoo?”
    “Don’t look so surprised, stud. I’m not as dorky as I look.”
    “I would never call you dorky, Rayne. Polished, put-together and classy, but not dorky.”
    “Well, thanks, I guess.”
    “So…how many you got?”
    Rayne sat back in her chair, crossed her arms in front of her, and put one leg over the other. “Three. You?”
    “Really? Three?”
    “Really.” Rayne watched as Ghost’s eyes ran up and down her body as if he could somehow see through her clothes to the tattoos he now knew were under them. “And you can’t see them with my clothes on.”
    As soon as the words left her mouth, Rayne blushed. They sounded a lot more suggestive out loud than they had in her head.
    “Hmm, I can’t wait to see these mysterious pieces of ink.” Ghost’s words were innocent, but the tone behind them was intense enough to make her bite her lip and look away from his focused gaze.
    “Two fish and chips. Order up!”
    The interruption was welcome and Ghost got up to retrieve their food. He carried the baskets overflowing with greasy pieces of battered fish and thick fries back to the table and asked if Rayne wanted ketchup to go with her meal. Shaking her head, Rayne didn’t wait for Ghost to start. She took a french fry, what the Brits called a chip, and bit into it with a groan. It was hot, almost hot enough to burn her mouth, but so greasy and so good.
    They ate in silence for a while before Rayne asked, “How many do you have?”
    Ghost knew exactly what she was talking about. “One.”
    “Just one?”
    “Yup.”
    “I guess a spy like you can’t afford to have too many tattoos that could be recognized by the bad guys, huh?”
    Ghost almost choked on the water he’d been drinking. He knew she was teasing, but her words were a bit closer to the truth than she knew. He played it off. “Oh yeah.” He drew out the word and continued with a thick Russian accent, “Can’t have the enemies recognizing my tattoos.”
    She giggled and pointed at him with a fry. “I knew it!”
    Ghost leaned over and took a bite out of the errant fry, laughing when she shrieked at him, “Hey! That’s mine! Eat your own fries!”
    It’d been quite a while since he’d had such a good time with a female. Typically, either he or she was thinking too much about where the night would end, rather than enjoying the time at hand. And while he’d imagined what Rayne would look like, mussed and satisfied next to him in bed, he was actually enjoying the anticipation more than usual. It was as though a warm blanket wrapped around him, engulfing him in happy feelings, rather than the knife edge of lust he usually felt before taking a woman to bed.
    They finished their meal and Ghost pushed his empty basket away, put his elbows on the table and leaned toward Rayne. “So, what do you want to do today?”
    She immediately shrugged. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
    He tsked at her. “Come on, Rayne. I know you’ve thought about it. What would you do if it was just you and had a free day here in London?”
    “If you really want to know…” Her voice trailed off.
    “I really want to know. I asked, didn’t I?”
    “That doesn’t mean you really wanted to know. People do that all the time, they—”
    “Rayne…spit it out.”
    Instead of getting pissed at him for interrupting her, she laughed. “Okay, okay, Mr. Spy Man. Keep your shirt on. I definitely want to see Westminster Abbey and of course Big Ben. And if it’s not too far away, Buckingham Palace.”
    Ghost nodded, assuming those would be on her list. “What about the Tower of London? Or the prime meridian?”
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