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greet her but didn’t get up. He was taller than most people and she was petite, even with the heels. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was trying to intimidate her with his size.
    When she came to stand in front of him, she placed one hand on her hip. She kept her nails short, with no polish, but her toes were a bright coral. Because of his military background and his job at the NSA, he noticed a lot about people, but normally it was important stuff. Not someone’s nail-polish color. With Hannah, he drank in everything about her. He’d been fantasizing about her for the past two weeks, and like a starving man, he couldn’t get his fill.
    “Are you stalking me?” she demanded in a haughty voice that made his dick stand at attention. Shit. His body was his to control, always had been. Until her.
    He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe.”
    She blinked, some of the tension leaving her body. “That’s your answer?”
    He shrugged again. “I figured honesty is the best policy with you.”
    “That’s funny coming from a giant liar.” Hurt flared in her dark brown eyes for the briefest moment, but he felt it like a kick to his solar plexus.
    “I’ve never lied to you.” He’d had to withhold some information, sure.
    “Hmm. What about asking me to meet you at my parents’ restaurant and then just not showing up?”
    Fuck.
Yeah, that was definite hurt in her eyes. And a whole lot of anger. When she’d mentioned her parents owned two Korean restaurants, he’d wanted to meet them. His admission had surprised both of them. But he adjusted quickly to all facets of life. It was part of his intrinsic nature. He wanted to be in Hannah’s life and wanted to know every damn thing about her. That included her family. He viewed pretty much everything as a strategy, a mission, and to be with her, he needed to know her family. She’d balked when he’d suggested it, but then she’d finally agreed—and he hadn’t shown up. “I called you the second I was able to.” Literally.
    Almost as soon as his team had landed in Miami, even before his short debriefing and the return of his personal cell phone, he’d called her from an office line in one of the NSA’s private hangars.
    “How’d you know I’d be here?” She wrapped her arms around herself, the protective action clear. It bugged him that she felt the need to protect herself from him, even if he deserved it.
    He wanted to pull her into his arms, run his mouth along her jaw, and nip and kiss her the way he’d been fantasizing about for two weeks straight. He’d been stuck in the jungle—exact location unknown—with three other guys, with no outside communication for days at a time, returning to their base only to debrief. “I . . . can’t tell you.” Because he didn’t want to lie. She knew he worked for the NSA because of the circumstances under which they’d met, but he’d told her he was an analyst of sorts.
    She was silent for a long moment, her eyes searching his. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice so low he almost didn’t hear her above the beat of the locally owned place.
    “You.” All of her. “Hannah, I’m so fucking sorry. I
couldn’t
call you. It’s not that I didn’t want to.”
    She let her arms fall to her sides, but he could still sense that invisible wall between them. “Okay.” But he could tell she didn’t believe him. He could see the wariness in her dark gaze. She still thought he was a liar.
    “Let me take you out tomorrow night. Or whenever you’re free next.” Because he wanted to lock her down, remind her how good things were between them.
    Her expression softened, and when she bit her bottom lip he could see her caving. But then something shifted, he wasn’t sure what it was, and her gaze shuttered. “You can take me somewhere tonight.”
    “Now?” It was nine, but he’d take her anywhere she wanted.
    She nodded, looking unsure of herself, and he wished he knew what the sexy woman was