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his floor and sank back against the
cool steel hoping his erection would fade.
    “One day, angel. One day, we’ll meet
again. And I won’t stop at a mere kiss.”
    He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
    Serefina LeBenoit.

Chapter Two

    New
Mexico
,
eight months later

    Serefina paused before she turned into
the bar parking lot. Automatically, she scouted the area. She drove in, parked
in a darkened corner and shook her head. I
need a break. I’m expecting trouble everywhere I look. With the engine shut
off, she took a deep breath and headed for the establishment’s door. She
slipped through to her normal booth where she could see all who approached.
Lisa brought her a drink and placed it before her.
    “Thanks, Lisa.”
    “No problem. I’ll be back later to
check on you.”
    She waved her hand in response and
stirred the straw in her glass, moving the ice around. Her body was exhausted.
Hell, all of her was. Mind, body, spirit. Their last sting had gone horribly
wrong. Two of the team were recovering in the hospital. Four had been killed.
She’d been injured as well but released much sooner for hers was a much simpler
injury. A gunshot wound along her hip. She’d been very lucky. For which, she hated
herself. Some days, she wondered why she, and not them, had been spared. Other
days, she was glad she had survived then felt bad.
    Bottom line, here she sat in a bar
debating whether she wanted to hook up with a guy for a night of forgetting. To
allow herself the ability to get lost in the belief of being important,
cherished, even loved. To allow herself to be lost in a different emotion other
than those which came with the parameters of her job. With a groan, she took a
sip of her Cuervo and Coke, allowing the taste to flood her senses. It soothed
as it slid down her throat.
    Outside the thunder rumbled and the
brilliant flashes of lightning illuminated the
Sandia
Mountains
.
There was a wild beauty, a raw beauty, which came with watching a storm roll
uncontested over the mountains.
    Movement to her side brought her
attention from the impending onslaught of nature to the man who stood there.
Tall, dark and handsome. As she scanned him, she pictured him with her. Naked.
    Just
what I need. The man stopped by the end of her booth and gave her a look
which told her he was as interested in a one-night thing as she was. Finishing
the last of her drink, she licked her lips and put the glass down. The second
her fingers closed around her keys, her gaze honed in on a man across the room.
He leaned nonchalantly against the wall, ankles hooked and arms crossed. There
was one thing in the joint he focused on and it was her. The neon lights in the
bar couldn’t begin to take away from his appeal to her.
    Taber Kysenzki.
    She’d been unable to forget him. And
now here he stood. All tanned, buff and handsome in that annoying panty-soaking
way. Tight blue jeans, dusty brown cowboy boots and an indecently tight grey T-shirt.
    To
hell with it.
    She got up and looked at the man
waiting. “Sorry.” Then she walked purposefully across the room. Without
stopping, she strode to Taber, watching how he readjusted his body and stood
straighter. She positioned herself between his legs and sank one hand in the
thick waves of blond hair, drawing him close enough to kiss.
    Asking for nothing but everything, she
thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Desire and lust slammed into her as his
masculine flavour embedded into her taste buds. His heady scent filled her nose
and she whimpered with shameless longing. Her clit throbbed and moisture soaked
her panties.
    His large hands clasped her butt and
squeezed, tugging her tighter against the blatant ridge in his jeans. A low
growl rumbled up from his chest before he wrenched control of the kiss from her.
    Like in the elevator, he dominated her
mouth. His thick tongue swept through the recess of her mouth. He stroked and
sucked until her knees threatened to give out on her. Taber tore his mouth