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wife, Sherrie. He knew Tony would not want to disturb her rest and was probably going to another room.
    “Okay,” Tony answered, “So I guess you know by now why I didn’t give you the name of the mission.”
    “What the fuck, man? He contacts you to protect his daughter’s harp, which just happens to have a name. And who the hell knew that musicians named their harps? But what I want to know is did you know who played that harp?”
    Chuckling, Tony said, “Here’s the full story, Vinny. I was contacted by Mr. O’Brian saying his daughter was flying with a group of people to Los Angeles for a concert but he wanted her and her harp back the next day and not to wait for anyone else. He kept talking about some Asnev, or however the hell it’s pronounced. I had no idea he was talking about a harp’s name until the actual contract came in. By then, I’d seen the daughter and even saw a YouTube of her playing her harp.”
    “You could have told me,” Vinny said.
    “No, I really needed your head in the game. This girl’s got talent, but seems to be surrounded by people that push her one way and another. I wanted you there, without any predisposed ideas about the players. Yes, I need you to escort her and the harp back tomorrow, but more than that…I thought you’d be the right man for making sure that both the harp and the harpist were safe.”
    Vinny nodded, smiling to himself. Tony had always been the best leader he had ever served under. He knew his missions. He knew his men. And Tony never had a problem matching up the two.
    “You anticipate any problems?” Tony queried.
    “Not at all, boss. I’ll be with Annalissa and her harp until we have it checked at baggage. Everything will go like clockwork, Tony. No worries on this end.”
    “I knew you were the man for the job,” Tony added. “Safe travels and I’ll see you when you get in.”
    Vinny’s mind went to the beautiful woman lying in a bed not twenty feet from his. He tried not to think of her. She’s a mission. An intriguing, talented, musical, beautiful, totally charming in the most innocent way mission.
    Shifting over in his bed, he wanted to ignore the call of the wild as his dick pressed against his boxers. Down boy. She’s not even my type. I like ’em blonde, tall with long legs, curvy hips, and big tits. Loud and brassy for me. Not petite, dark-haired, green-eyed, women who looked like they would run away if someone said ‘Boo’ one minute and the next minute protecting a named harp. His mind went back to the change in her when she realized that she did not know where Easnadh was. Suddenly the mouse could roar.
    And what would it feel like to take that untapped passion and teach it, tame it, turn it toward him? Groaning, he knew that if he kept this up he would need a cold shower. Sighing once again, he thought of the mission. It doesn’t matter how much I’m noticing her as a woman, I’ve got to tamp that down. Ruefully he realized, even if she was not a mission, her purity was not for him. He would protect. Care for. See safely home. But nothing more.
    Then he heard the soft music drifting from her room. The tinkling sound of the harp drifted over him, calming his mind. But stirring his heart. Running his hand over his face, he tried to block out the memories. There’s nothing fuckin’ the same between this music and the unfamiliar sounds of a woman singing in the middle of a goddamn war. So why the fuck does it make me crazy? That Army psychologist told me that I now associated it with the loss of control. Fuck that. No way I’m not in control now.
    The music finally stopped and the quiet of the night once again penetrated his mind. He laid in bed a few more minutes, running through the needs of tomorrow trying to take his mind off of the woman in the connecting room. He had already checked on the limo service that would take him and Annalissa to the airport, as well as ordered breakfast from room service to be delivered to