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him want to tug
     on it, pull her head back so he could kiss her good and thorough.
    Kiley worked out a lot and it showed in her toned body, her high, firm boobs, and
     her flat, hard stomach. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to explore every inch of that
     lithe body with his mouth, his hands, his tongue.
    He’d been lusting after Kiley for a long time, but he’d never made a move. For one,
     out of respect for her brother and his best friend and for two, he knew Keith would
     beat the hell out of him. One thing Keith took more serious than anything else was
     the protection of his sister - and that included protecting her from him. Keith believed
     his sister deserved better than a Mercenary. And truth be told, so did Scott.
    “Do you want some wine or a beer?” she asked, pulling Scott from the naughty images
     running through his mind.
    “Beer would be great,” he murmured.
    Kiley pulled one from the fridge and tossed it to him. He caught it easily and set
     it on the table.
    He really needed to get his mind off Kiley’s ass. Determined to keep his thoughts
     on what he had to tell her, he grabbed the bag of food and began to pull out the cartons
     while Kiley set the plates, silverware and a glass of wine for herself on the table.
    They fixed their plates in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Scott was just
     about to take a bite of sweet and sour chicken when Kiley asked, “So what’s the bad
     news? Other than you’re not going to do this?”
    Scott set his fork down. “I’m not going to Turkey but your brother and six other guys
     are.”
    Her eyes widened. “Seriously?” Then they narrowed. “Wait. Why aren’t you going?”
    He leaned on his elbows. “You and I are to stay here.”
    “No! Paula will—“
    “Kiley,” Scott growled in a tone usually reserved for the men beneath him when they
     wouldn’t listen or when he was pissed. He pointed his fork at her, and she immediately
     bristled. Scott knew she wouldn’t take well to this. “We are staying here. Your brother
     made me stay behind so I could keep an eye on you and make sure you didn’t do something
     stupid. Like follow them.” Scott lowered his fork and sat back. “It’s going to be
     tough enough getting her out of there. Let them go do what they do and trust them
     to get her home.”
    Kiley’s shoulders sagged. “Fine. Fair enough. When are they leaving?”
    “Sometime after midnight. They’ll be over there about two to three weeks. What you
     had was great, but they need to do some surveillance, get a lay of the land. One of
     the other guys thinks he might be able to get us in through a contact that works in
     that prison. It’s someone he’s used before.”
    “That would be great.”
    Scott nodded. “Yeah, it would.”
    “Are you sure you can trust him?”
    Scott nodded. “It’s the same guy who helped us when Scott was held captive over there.
     He’s good at what he does, but if the guy ever gets caught, he’s a dead man.”
    She pursed her lips and pushed the food around her plate with her fork. “So we’re
     just supposed to sit here and twiddle our thumbs?”
    Scott snorted before taking a bite of his chicken. He chewed, ignoring Kiley’s curious
     green-eyed stare.
    “Are you going to explain that snort or not?” she asked.
    Scott tried to hide his grin. God, he loved her bluntness. She was never dull, that
     was for damn sure.
    “I’m going to help you track these guys down.”
    Kiley’s lips softened as they spread into a small smile. “You’re going to help me
     do research?”
    He shrugged. “Can’t be all that hard. Right?” He took another bite of food and waited
     for her to answer.
    “No,” she said sarcastically. “It’s not hard at all. It’s so easy even you can do
     it.”
    He gave her a tight lipped grin, but inside he was definitely amused. No doubt about
     it; Kiley was a pistol. “So, I’m not just a pretty face?”
    Her lips twitched. “Who said you were a pretty