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His seed
pulsed inside her, hot, silky, and bursts of pleasure shot through her as her
own orgasm shook her apart.
    For a
full minute, they remained where they were. When their breathing and pulses
slowed, Wyatt wrapped his arms around her and dragged her back into the water,
where he caressed her arms and back with lazy, long strokes.
    They
kissed, leisurely smooches that led to another round of sex, in the shower and
again in bed, and after what must have been her tenth orgasm, he pressed her
into the mattress and rested his forehead against hers, smiling sadly.
    "I
have to go."
    "I
know."
    There
was nothing left to say. They were strangers, even if what had happened between
them felt like more than meaningless stranger sex. At least, it felt like more
to her. He might do this all the time.
    She
did what she had to when she was on a mission, but in her personal life, she
preferred to actually get to know a man before she had sex with him. Doing
something like this wasn’t like her.
    What
really annoyed her was that she couldn’t even blame her behavior on alcohol.
Maybe her nerves about seeing Sean tomorrow had affected her. She’d been wound
tight lately, knowing that a nightmare was about to begin. One last fling
before throwing herself into the lion’s den was probably just the thing to take
the edge off.
    And
Wyatt had done that, brilliantly. She’d never been so relaxed.
    She
threw on a hotel robe and held Mr. Wiggums while Wyatt dressed. The tatty
stuffed rabbit went everywhere with her, had been all that remained of the twin
sister she’d last seen when she was five and whose status had been
unknown—until one week ago. Now Liberty might very well die before they could
be reunited, if Faith failed this latest mission.
    She
could not—would not—fail. The images of a very young Liberty, in tears and
handing over her favorite toy to Faith as she was being carried away by
"people who could help her," was burned into her brain. If only
Liberty had hidden her biokinetic gift better—a gift identical to Faith’s, but
that had developed much earlier—maybe they would still be together. Then again,
maybe Liberty would have died in the storm that had killed their parents and
that Faith had barely escaped.
    Putting
aside both her thoughts and Mr. Wiggums, she watched Wyatt approach, his eyes
glowing.
    "I’d
ask for your phone number," he said, cupping her cheek, "but I doubt
you’ll even remember this if I called."
    She
swatted his hand away. "You think I’m such a slut that I won’t remember
which guy is calling me?" And why the hell was she getting mad, when she
knew damned good and well that they couldn’t see each other again? They were
from different countries, different worlds.
    "It’s
not that. I’m just not memorable." He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed
her so thoroughly that by the time he was done, she was clinging to his shirt
as though desperate to keep him from leaving. "See ya, Faith Black."
    He
swept out of the room, leaving her standing on wobbly legs. Not memorable? Was
he daft? Because she knew, without a doubt, that Wyatt No Last Name would be
the lover to which she’d forever compare all others.

CHAPTER Four
    Devlin
O’Malley opened his eyes and blinked and then blinked again and again and then
he smiled because, hoo-fucking-rah, let there be light. Real light, not
filtered through his second sight, and his body relaxed on the bed in the guest
quarters on the ACRO compound, where he’d been staying for the past four months
because his blindness was officially gone.
    Ten
years in the dark gone in an instant last spring, the same way the light was
taken from him all those years ago when he’d been piloting that C-130. Yes, the
heavy weight—and the bad karma that had come along with it—was finally gone.
    Today,
he was going home, to his own house, and returning to his role as leader of
ACRO. Taking back the helm, a job his lover and best friend had been handling
for him—a job