Page 111 of Stealth Mission

I sip and enjoy the fruits of our labor. “It can be hard to grow agave.”

He grins quickly. “Oh,that.I know. I’ve been studying how you do it.”

The cup is half way to my mouth when I stop. “You have?”

He nods and moves a little closer to me. “I know enough to be dangerous.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s what makes you dangerous.”

He’s really close now. I sip again, enjoying the cool feeling of the drink sliding down my suddenly parched throat.

“You either, sweetheart.”

He lifts his own cup and takes a slow drink as he looks at me across the cup. Never has drinking out of a glass been so sexy.

The way his throat works could be a viral post. Women all over the world would break their pointer fingers playing it over and over again.

When he’s done, he slides his tongue across his lower lip.

A tiny shiver moves through my stomach. All I can think about is being skin to skin with him. Feeling his mouth on my neck.

And from the way he’s staring, I’m sure that’s what he wants.

But thinking about what’s going to happen between now and then makes me nervous.

Do I just jump on him? Because that’s what these stupid hormones would have me do.

Nervous laughter bubbles out of me and makes him smile.

In a teasing tone, I ask, “You didn’t want Scout to stay?”

Evan’s lips twitch as his eyes grow darker. “No. Definitely not.”

“We could have invited him in.”

“He knew better.”

I take a breath and ask a more daring question. “Why were you angry with each other?”

“It’s nothing. He just has your best interest in mind.”

My stomach tenses.

“Do you?” I let my hand rise and brush across the front of his shirt, just ever so slightly touching his heated skin through the fabric. “Hm? Mr. Goodlove?… Or is it Mr. Walker? Or maybe it’s Storm?”

Waves of heat are coming off of him. It’s a delicious sensation that makes my breath feel a little short.

His gaze follows my hand. “Do you know why people like us use aliases sometimes?”

I tear my attention away from the dip at the base of his throat up to his slate-gray eyes. “I understand the concept. For safety. I just want to know if you picked Goodlove.”

He pauses for a second, a small smile appears. This one different.

Hotter.

Gaze smoldering, he leans in next to my ear. His breath slides over my cheek. My skin goosebumps from head to toe.

Then he chuckles softly. “Does it fit?”

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