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 I sent your guard for a break, because I need to talk to you, too. He stepped into the room and closed
the door behind him.  You really held your own tonight and more. No one would have thought less of
you for just stepping out of the way when the guns came out, but instead you stayed brave. You even
kicked some serious ass in a way that put Street-Smart Barbie in the shade.
She snorted.  I almost chewed up a secret agent on our side.
 You had no way of knowing, and before you say anything more, I couldn t risk letting you know about
Nunez uh, the guy calling himself Miguel. We couldn t take the chance you might telegraph that
information with your body language. We did it for your protection. I won t apologize for that. Jimmy
folded his arms over his chest, arms bulging tight against the short sleeves on his polo shirt.
Well, hell. She couldn t tout her need for independence now without sounding petty.  I m sorry for
putting you in greater danger, and I m sorry I messed up whatever you were working on.
 Apology accepted.
She couldn t stop from asking him the question burning a hole in her brain.  Can you share anything
about what happened?
 We re looking for a missing military friend. His clipped answer iced the air.
Guilt piled on top of the already huge pile of shame filling her gut.  He must be an important friend for so
many people to risk their lives.
 Every one of our brothers- and sisters-in-arms is important. But yes, this friend carries secrets that could
endanger a lot of lives.
 Thank you for letting me know that much. Can you tell me what you really do?
 I m a test pilot, he said simply.
She could see in his eyes there was more but sensed she couldn t push. Chloe feather-brushed her
fingers over the keyboard, the glassy smooth ivory a familiar comfort in a world suddenly turned on its
axis. If only she could bring colors to her life the way she milked rainbows from the keyboard. She d
hoped with this tour . . .  What about the tour?
 I believe it s in everyone s best interest for the troupe to leave. Jimmy braced his elbows on the edge of
the piano, leaning closer.
 What if I want to stay anyway? To see him. She couldn t imagine leaving things like this between them.
Everything felt unfinished, like a symphony missing the final movement.
He skimmed his callused fingers over the top of her hand, comforting, arousing.  Unless something
radically changes in the next twenty-four hours, I don t believe you re going to have a choice.
She resisted the urge to bang out her frustration on the piano again and instead forced herself to focus on
the real source of her agitation.  Will we see each other again? I ve never even thought to ask where you
live. I imagine you can tell me that much.
 I m stationed at Nellis Air Force Base outside of Las Vegas.
Not what she d hoped to hear. And why couldn t he show some disappointment on that too-appealing
face of his?  That s quite a commute from Atlanta.
 I m occasionally TDY in your area.
Some of her anger melted away so fast at even the possibility of seeing him again it almost scared her into
bolting out the door.  TDY?
 Temporary duty, like a business trip.
Keeping in touch, re-creating this surprise bond they d formed, wouldn t be easy back in the U.S. The
fear and adrenaline from earlier started up a depressing requiem in her head, reminding her of the reasons
she needed to live in the moment. She was tired of being safe. Too often others had made decisions for
her, were still making decisions for her. But this one decision she was taking control of right here, right
now.
Chloe stood, closed the last few inches between them, and flattened her palms against his chest, the
cotton every bit as soft as she d imagined, the skin beneath even hotter. Just feeling him this close again
reminded her of the horrifying time in the back of the van when he d comforted her and confided secrets
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