Page 78 of Between Love and Honor

“The architecture in this house is so lovely,” she remarked as they strolled beneath the skylight illuminating the third-floor Center Hall. “I wish I had time to explore more of it.”

He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them. “There will be plenty of time after tonight. Trust me, Marin will be thrilled to regale you in the art history surrounding the White House.”

They reached her bedroom where Ben proceeded to lay down on the bed, propping his hands behind his head and crossing his feet at the ankles. She opened up her case and began sorting through her clothes.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who’s about to come face-to-face with a nasty criminal.”

She hated the fact he was put in this position because of her. And she found herself worrying about all the ways tonight could go wrong. Alexi was a ruthless man, not to mention unpredictable. Clearly, Ben had more training than she gave him credit for. She just hoped his ample brain was enough to outwit Alexi and flush out a traitor. If not, she’d be there to finish the Russian and the traitor off one way or another.

“I’m trying not to think about it.” He donned a wolfish grin. “I’d rather think about you naked.”

She tossed a shoe at him. “I’ll just be glad when this is all over with.”

“Mmm,” he murmured as his eyes drifted closed.

“Secretary Lyle seems very sure the traitor will show tonight.”

“Actually, I think she has an idea of who it might be.”

Quinn paused in her search for the right pair of shorts.

“What?”

His eyelids popped open. “Did you ever meet the Phoenix?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if my mother met him—or her—face-to-face.”

“The secretary seems to believe your name being on the list is an important clue to the traitor’s identity.”

Her neck began to tingle. “As far as I know, my mother never told anyone I was working with her.”

“You’re sure?”

She crawled up on the bed. “I think so. But I guess I really don’t know.”

They lay beside one another, each of them quietly pondering the possibilities before she spoke again.

“The Phoenix—”

“Is well and truly dead,” he answered before she could finish her question. He turned his head so he was facing her. “He was the secretary’s husband.”

“Wow. Then this is personal for her, too.”

He rolled over her body, bracing himself on his uninjured arm as he gazed down at her. “I thought you came up here to change?”

“I did.” She swatted at his chest. “But you distracted me.”

“Then the least I can do is help you out of your clothes.” He snagged the shoulder of her shirt with his teeth.

She laughed at his antics. “I’m pretty sure that will be even more distracting.”

“Good.” He glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

“We’ve got a half hour before we need to get ready for this op. I think we should distract each other until then.”

Quinn wanted to object. She really did. But his hands and his mouth were doing such a marvelous job removing her clothing, she decided it was better to just let herself be distracted.

The cadence of their lovemaking was different than it had been the night before. Despite the looming confrontation with Alexi and the potential unmasking of the traitor, the urgency between them was replaced by a more profound coupling. Earlier, they had both confessed their love to one another. Now, they were letting their bodies express that love.

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