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going to let that happen.
     
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    Holy shite. He'd had sex with Jack Stone's little sister.
    When Jack had called to ask for a favor, and requested Colin head this op to keep an eye on his little sister, Colin had said yes in a heartbeat.
    Thanks to a particularly hairy situation in Iraq a few years ago, he owed Jack his life. If Jack hadn't covered for him, Colin would be six feet under in a miserable desert in an unmarked grave. So when Jack had asked, the answer had been an easy yes. The last few months on the job had been stressful and disheartening. He was getting tired of dealing with the dregs of humanity and defusing their attempts to destroy. It was the perfect time to pay Jack back and Colin needed a break.
    Jack had said in his gravelly 'I mean business' voice, "And just so we're clear. Don't touch my sister."
    Colin had figured no problem and replied, "Of course not."
    He would never in a million years betray his friendship with Jack over a woman. Not to be immodest, but he could get women whenever he wanted, he had no need to tread there. So what if he hadn't had sex in about six months? Ever since he'd hooked up with a smoking hot FBI agent that he couldn't seem to get out of his brain, his fantasies, or his dreams. He had figured keeping his hands off Jack's little sis was a no brainer.
    What were the fucking odds that the FBI agent he couldn't get off his mind was also Jack's sister? When they'd met, they hadn't exactly exchanged life histories. Not even last names. Only extreme sexual pleasure for hours on end. And a few vulnerable moments in the dark.
    His main objective for this mission had been to keep an eye on Jack's little sis and make sure that the op had no problems so he could relieve his debt to his friend.
    But bugger it all, he hadn't been able to forget the way they had combusted in that hotel room. At the time he'd written it off to a serious excess of adrenaline and a case of 'Thank God we're alive, let's have sex' moment."
    Seeing her again, he had to admit that was a lie. They had exploded faster than PE4 with a high heat detonator. You got to know a person when your lives were on the line and you could be sharing your last moments on earth with them. She had been über-cool under pressure and still managed to crack a few jokes to relieve the tension.
    He had admired her steadiness and calm in the face of possible death. And he'd been attracted to her even before he'd seen her in the hotel elevator. But when she'd arrived for dinner in that excuse for a dress, Colin's lust had taken over his body and roared through him like an out of control Charing Cross train. The sex had been the best, culminating in the most amazing night of his life. He hadn't been able to forget her. Now here she was, right in front of him.
    And he couldn't touch her. He'd promised Jack.

Four
    20 hours earlier
     
    She hadn't been able to get close to Colin Davies. When they disembarked from the ship, he had hit the ground at Mach speed, tersely issuing orders. "Stone, get the manifests for the pallets and double check that we have all our shipments. Sometimes things go missing."
    Jess had nodded.
    He handed her a clipboard and a heavy backpack. The heat of his body seemed to surround her with a suffocating attraction. To which he seemed oblivious, damn him. Colin said softly, "Here are your supplies. Keep them with you at all times."
    In training, she'd been warned to keep supplies on her person or they were likely to disappear. And if stuff disappeared, she'd be out of luck. Jess curled her arms through the pack and hefted the weight onto her shoulders. The familiar heaviness of her pack felt suspiciously like the twenty pounds of a Remington M24 SWS with a sound suppressor. Her sniper system of choice. What the hell? It was tempting to look inside right away but since she was deep in the chaos of the relief encampment, she wouldn't check the contents until she was alone.
    Since this was her first official job