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gulped down the contents in his glass. “What do you do for a living, Ben?”
    Ben signaled for the bartender. “I’m a Lobbyist over on Capital Hill.”
    He turned his attention to Flint. “What do you do, ah—”
    “Flint, and I’m in security.” It wasn’t a lie really.
    “So you’re a bodyguard?”
    “More or less.” Flint wasn’t about to tell the man he worked for national security.
    “That’s cool. So, you married, Flint? I don’t see a wedding ring on your finger, but these days that doesn’t mean a whole lot.”
    Flint wasn’t quite sure why another man would ask that question. “No, never been married.”
    Ben grinned. “Me neither.”
    Suddenly Flint felt uncomfortable, especially at the strange look Ben gave him. He ran a finger under the collar of his sweater, trying to stretch it.
    “Do you mind if I ask what you’re lobbying for over at Capital Hill?”
    “No, not at all. Gay and Lesbian rights.” Ben slipped his hand on Flint’s thigh.
    Flint backed up and almost fell off his stool.
    “Whoa, Ben, I think I might have given you the wrong impression. I’m not-ah—gay.” He stumbled over the words, embarrassed at being hit on by a man. This was a first for him, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.
    “Yeah, I was afraid of that. All the good-looking guys seem to be married or straight. No hard feelings though, I hope?” Ben looked sincerely sorry he’d made the pass.
    Flint glanced over his shoulder and saw that he had an audience, embarrassing him further.
    “No. Why should I be? I’m actually kind of flattered.”
    The man cocked a light brow. “Really. Enough to maybe change your mind and go up to my room with me?”
    Flint swallowed hard. He’d never be that sorry, but he didn’t want to hurt the guy’s pride either.
    “No, sorry. I’m as straight as a tea party republican.”
    Ben laughed. “Well, if you change your mind. I’m in room three-ten.” He rose and left the bar.
    Flint released a breath. That had to have been the most uncomfortable situation he’d ever encountered.
    Shaking his head, he finished his drink, then got up to go back to his room.
    The next time a man asked to buy him a drink, he was going to run for the hills—and preferably nowhere in Washington D.C.

Chapter Three

    Adriana stretched her long arms above her head and yawned. Early morning light filtered in through the blinds, suggesting a start to a beautiful sunny morning.
    Her red dress lay draped over the chair in the corner, reminding her of her date with Adam the night before.
    Dinner had been wonderful, in a restaurant she’d only heard of, elegant and expensive, then dancing at a local club. He’d been a complete gentleman, sweet and considerate, nothing like Flint. That was the problem.
    “Damn you, Flint Morgan. You’ve ruined me for any other man.”
    She’d desperately wanted to be attracted to Adam, but even his perfectly tailored physique hadn’t stirred even an inkling of desire. A friendship was a possibility, but anything beyond that wasn’t going to happen. She’d lost her heart to Flint and she was still waiting to get it back.
    Adriana sighed and threw aside her comforter. This morning she had a kickboxing session scheduled with her trainer and after rummaging through her drawers for her sweats, she pulled a pair out and raced to the bathroom to change. She planned to picture Flint’s face on her personal-trainer with every kick and jab she delivered today.
    Boy, Antonio, you’re in for a real treat .
    He’d get to see how his lessons had paid off—the hard way, and hopefully she’d come out of her workout feeling like a new woman.
    Before reaching for her keys, Adriana slipped into her cross-trainers then strolled out the door. One thing she had control over was being on time, and she prided herself on that.
    Outside, she stared at her sixty-eight Porsche and sighed. Billy had gone out to the compound to get it for her yesterday and she was glad to have it