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to repair ligament damage in his right arm. Machine gunfire and an explosion on a mission in Lebanon had left him with limited use of his arm. Now he’d come to see her and nothing stood in the way of their being together.
    Tonight would be the night. Her kiss at the airport a few hours ago had set him on fire, and the glances she’d given him since had kept that blaze hot. It was time.
    All he had to do was survive the afternoon at Piedmont Park without succumbing to the overwhelming urge to scoop her into his arms and carry her—
    Shit. He clenched his fist and winced at the pain shooting up his right arm, shoulder and neck. He wouldn’t be sweeping her off her feet like that for a long time to come. Medical orders were for him to do nothing more with his arm than squeeze a stress ball. His difficulty in doing just that had him on the edge of a dark abyss he refused to face. His recovery wasn’t going well, but it would. It had to.
    Right now he was worried about how in the hell was he going to make love to her without coming across as too weak for the job. Her on top nowhere near covered all he wanted to do with her. It hurt to lie on his right side and one-armed support while driving into her sweetness was only going to last for so long. A cold sweat placed a damper on his simmering desire.
    Maybe tonight wasn’t the night after all. Maybe he should have waited until he was stronger…
    He sucked in air and her scent, and a mixture of lemongrass and roses wrapped around him. Relax , he told himself. Just savor the moment of being near her. Tonight would take care of itself. It was insane how crazy she made him.
    Angie clasped his arm and spoke to him, but he couldn’t hear her. All he could see was her lush mouth moving before she smiled and said, “Don’t you think?”
    He blinked and forced his brain cells into gear as he clamped down on the shiver of pleasure her hand on his bare arm evoked. Oh man, screw his one-armed-lover fears. If he didn’t get her legs wrapped around him soon, he’d explode. “Think what?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Are you even paying attention to me? You looked a million miles away.”
    He leaned down to whisper in her ear, making the Saint Christopher Cross chained around his neck dangle. He was six-three and she barely topped five-five. She reached out and slid her finger down the chain and he was totally gone. All the saints in the world couldn’t save him now. She could jerk him anyway she wanted and he’d come—in an instant. “Everything about you has me at full attention. And, yeah, I’m a million miles, a million miles into you.”
    Her green eyes went wide with desire and stroked him with an invisible soft hand. Oh man. He needed to cool down or he was going to be in serious trouble. He supposed he should consider it a good thing that Angie’s best friend, Lauren Collins, wasn’t here with Matt and Mitch as planned. Though he wanted to see the little tigers, he sure didn’t want Lauren carrying stories back to DT and the rest of the team about just how hung up he was on Angie. He was sure he resembled an overdramatized cartoon character—heart hammering a foot out from his chest with every beat, his tongue hanging out, his eyes bulging and stars circling his head.
    He focused on his drink in order to keep his hands off of Angie. That lasted all of two seconds. He needed more. “How about some more iced tea? It’s hot and humid today.”
    She tapped her camera, which had to be the most serious looking piece of equipment outside of a movie studio. It was a wonder she didn’t tip over when carrying it. “Can’t shoot and drink, but I’ll walk with you.” She snapped pictures as they moved through the crowd. Reaching the serving table, he snagged another iced tea with lemon then followed her as she took pictures of the crowd and of the park from different angles.
    Piedmont Park was a beautiful centerpiece to the surrounding urban landscape of midtown. It was