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That makes you kind of hard-hearted, doesn’t it?” She smiled into her glass.
    “Why would anyone want to be thought of as softhearted? Although I am extremely thankful for your incredibly soft…heart.” He grinned as she nearly choked on her beer.
    “Will you be able to get someone out there to fix your car in the morning?” she asked after clearing her throat.
    “I’m sure I passed a workshop on the way out of town this morning. I’ll just walk up there tomorrow. No rush.”
    “Well, I’m not going to offer you a ride since you derided my softheartedness. So you’ll have to manage on your own.” She finished her drink. “Do you want another one?”
    He slugged back the remainder of his vodka and was about to say yes when she continued.
    “My place or yours?”
    It was his turn to choke.
    She laughed, a glorious, rich laugh that seemed to come from her soul. Her soul? He looked at his glass. That was some fine alcohol right there.
    “Are you up for it?” she asked frankly.
    “Up for what?” He was still trying to clear his throat from the burn of the vodka and catch up with the direction the evening was taking.
    She tipped her head. She put some local currency on the table and shrugged into her coat. “Well if you don’t know, then I guess I have my answer.”
    She was already at the door by the time he’d collected his jacket and his wits. If she was offering what he thought she was offering, then according to his earlier deal with himself, he could fuck the hell out of her without worrying about the repercussions. It was the universe telling him he could. He was sure.
    “Wait a minute,” he said as soon as the door closed behind them. “What if I do know?”
    She turned back, face mere inches from his. “Let’s go to your place.”
    He leaned in and kissed her, pressing her up against the metal door and tasting the burning vodka still in her mouth. Her tongue stroked his, and his world tilted on its axis. He pulled away, his mouth millimeters away from hers.
    “I don’t like people in my space. Let’s go to yours.” It was the truth, although more pressing was the surveillance equipment directed at her apartment window.
    “I don’t like people in my space.”
    They were silent for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak when a family came out of the restaurant door. He jumped away from her—realizing instantly that it probably wouldn’t do to be found French-kissing his sister with a hard-on the size of Big Ben.
    “Come,” she said, and started running up the metal stairs toward the roof.
    The roof he could work with.

CHAPTER FOUR
    T his was like all her dreams come true. She’d been so desperate for company, for some human interaction. But this man, so handsome, and big, and oh my God the smell of him, all man and musk. She’d wanted him since they chatted in the car. Since he sparred verbally with her over dinner. She watched him tear at the bread with his huge hands and listened to him speak with his James Bond accent.
    She just wanted him. For today, for now. He was a perfect distraction. Just passing through and kissed like a god, and she would lay money on the fact that he was just as skilled in other areas too. She couldn’t tell if he had turned her knees to butter or if it had been the liquor, but either way, she wanted the fuck out of him. And she’d never have to see him again.
    She opened the door to the roof, where Hans set out tables when it was warmer. There was nowhere to sit except the wall surrounding the rooftop.
    As soon as she stopped to look at the town beneath them, he grabbed her arm and spun her around. His mouth crashed down on hers without warning. She opened her mouth under him, wanting to feel the urgency of the kiss. His tongue moved in her mouth like he already knew how to slay her. Her breath heaved in and out as she held him as tight as she could.
    She needed this. She needed a release, some semblance of human closeness. He pulled her head back