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at her nape. He remembered it loose and teasing his naked body as she’d changed positions over him. She shifted in her seat, apparently having grown weary of him staring at her.
    “Let’s talk about how you happened to be here.” Glancing around, she took up an aggravating, serious tone. “How are we going to handle the dope?”
    He wanted to laugh, but he liked her devious side. “Are you calling Carlos Antigua a dope?” Giving her the correct name of their target had been a good decision. “Code name, Cold Stones. And if we get into a hot spot, we use Icebreaker.”
    She relaxed against the booth’s padded leather. “Very good, Horn. Will you be so talkative when we find our man in Warsaw?”
    “Aw, for Pete’s sake, woman.” He hadn’t won her over completely, or she was horsing with him. “Are you sure you’re supposed to be in Miami?” He signaled the waiter to bring the check. “I’m going to Argentina. You can fly back to Daddy if you’re mixed up on your instructions.”
    From the corner of his eye, he watched Lana grab her handbag and slide out of the booth. She didn’t stomp off as he expected but waited until he’d slapped a couple large bills into the inconspicuous folder. She inhaled before speaking. Probably working up a new assault.
    “Let’s go compare notes and pinpoint where we need to be.” He didn’t notice any softening in her body language while she completed her little spiel. “I have more questions for you.” Her eyes insinuated he might be water boarded.
    The walk to the elevator brought back memories of doing the same thing once before. He chanced her anger. “We’ll go to my suite, if you have no problem with that.”
    “None at all.” She stepped inside the elevator, and he ogled the way her firm behind moved under the short skirt of her proper suit. “If you don’t have all the specks, I’ll get them from my suite.”
    “My specks are all in order, Pearly.”
And so are yours
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    The glassed in elevator raced to the eighth floor, where they got out. Sam held his tongue about how they’d kissed and drove each other wild in a similar hotel, a similar hallway a long time ago.
    Getting the door open, he waited until she went in before speaking. “Like a drink or are you scared of me?” He attempted humor. “I can leave the door open.”
    “Is that supposed to worry me, Horn?” Looking like a tigress rebuffing a potential mate, she made her feelings clear. “I suggest you put what happened between us out of your mind. We’re partners now, and as you said, you are the case agent in charge.” As quickly as the storm hit, it ended and she assumed a professional attitude. She glanced around the spacious living room. “Let’s get to work.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Properly put in his place, Sam decided to lay off the funny stuff. She obviously hadn’t gotten the same thrill out of their four hours of sex in that penthouse bedroom. Damn, too bad. “We can use the coffee table as a desk. I’ll get the laundry list of information on Carlos.”
    He headed for the comfortable bedroom, pausing to look at her before going in. So much for her changing her mind. She leaned forward and massaged her temples. The lady had a headache and he hadn’t made a move on her yet.
    There were no lists. He knew all about Carlos Antigua. The wanna-be messiah of a growing terrorist operation appeared to be hell-bent on taking over Spain and the adjoining countries. Sam wondered if his orders declaring Cold Stones a black ops mission if the arrest went sour would spook Lana. Concern about her inexperience set in while he removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
    He’d been doing this kind of thing long enough to know desperate men did desperate things. That included snuffing women who got in the way. Hell, Lana had to be up to the task or the Agency wouldn’t have assigned her the job. Then again, they were short handed in every department. He had laughingly told the chief