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Dozens of questions had to be going through his head, but he wouldn’t ask them tonight.
    Publicly, for our colleagues and enemies, Roc and I were business only. He was my commanding officer, nothing more. When we were alone like this, he was also my husband. I’d fallen in love with Roc without ever questioning our future together. Or if we’d even have one.
    He stopped outside my apartment complex and turned to me, brushing a finger along my cheek.
    “Let me stay with you tonight?”
    More than anything, I wanted to be with him tonight, not as a fellow agent but as his wife, but there were things in my apartment I didn’t want Roc knowing about. Things like the message on my voicemail that brought me out tonight. The one I hadn’t bothered to erase.
    “No.”
    “Rainie…”
    “No, I mean not here. Let’s go to your place instead. It feels more like home.”
    Roc didn’t ask the question he wanted to. Instead, he put the car in gear and drove north to the quiet Brightwood Park neighborhood where he and I had first accepted our relationship was more than just a passing, physical affair. We’d tried to end it so many times in the beginning, but we always came back to each other, because nothing, not even The Agency and its rules, could stop us from falling in love.

Chapter 2
    “You should try to get some sleep.” Roc closed the door and we stood facing each other in that awkward silence I’d become accustomed to as of late.
    Although he was right, sleep was the last thing I wanted. My thinking process felt disjointed, my thoughts spinning in a million different directions. Why wasn’t Roc showing the usual signs of being furious with me? After all, by now he had to know there was a very real chance the man I’d hauled in was FLA.
    “What aren’t you telling me?” I asked. “You know who this guy is affiliated with, so why aren’t we both down there with Mark? This isn’t like you.”
    “Not like me? Rainie, you could have gotten yourself killed tonight and all you’re worried about is interrogating this guy. Do you even realize that? Can’t you let it go?”
    The expression on his face told all of his fears. My brush with death had shaken him. It should have shaken me as well. I went into his arms and held him close. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I know you were worried and I’m sorry.” His arms tightened around me painfully.
    “I don’t want to talk about work tonight, okay? I just want to hold you and reassure myself that you are really safe.” He wasn’t simply talking about the physical dangers I’d faced tonight.
    Unlike Roc, I wasn’t ready to face those demons just yet.
    “Is that all you want to do?” I teased and felt his answering smile against my hair.
    “No.”
    He held my waist and put me a little away from him, searching my eyes. This was the man I loved. My one and only love. My husband.
    “Make love to me, Roc. Please, I don’t want to wait any longer. Make love to me now.”
    “Oh, my God, yes.” His lips claimed mine. Familiar. Strong. Roc.
    Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me to our bedroom.
    The only light in the room was from the moon outside. It was enough to see the raw desire in his eyes. The same desire that would be reflected in mine as well.
    It was always like this between us. Whatever happened, no matter how much we might disagree about other parts of our life, the passion we felt for each other never faded.
    Roc smiled down at me as if reading my thoughts. He pulled me against him, his lips moving against mine, creating a familiar need deep inside of me.
    Roc’s hands slipped over my body slowly, touching me, reaching past the walls I’d erected to protect my heart against the future, which all but guaranteed heartache.
    I shuddered in response and felt his smile against my lips. It was as seductive as his kiss.
    His strong fingers followed the curves of my body, gliding across the edges of my breasts, down to the curve of my hips to cup my