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Their conversation was light as Antony drove them back to Lesley’s car. He got out with her and walked her the few steps to her door, reaching down to open it.

She turned. “Thank you for lunch.”

“I’ve been thinking about you since last night, Lesley,” he said. “I didn’t think I’d see you again. Never been so glad to be wrong.”

A small fire flared up inside of her, tiny, but hot. It had been such a long time since she’d felt desired. He was standing close, and she watched his eyes flicker down to her mouth. The fire in her ramped up, and she licked her lips unconsciously.

Antony sighed and murmured, “Not like this.” He stepped away and moved toward his car. “What time are you off?” he asked.

“Four thirty,” she replied.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he said, and gave her a cocky grin before hopping in his car and spinning out of the parking lot.

Lesley got in her car and started the engine. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and flushed when she saw what he’d sent.

Next time, we’ll finish the song.

CHAPTER FIVE

Before Antony went back to the office, he swung by another building nearby. The Counterintelligence people were odd ones, but they’d come through a time or two with information. Ant had gotten to know a few of them, but there was one he needed to talk with.

He entered the old wooden building, originally used as barracks space decades before. It had been refurbished, and was a comfortable, quiet space inside. The halls were empty, and most of the doors were closed as he traveled up the stairs and down to the left. He tapped on the last door.

“It’s open,” a voice called.

Ant opened the door and smiled at the man seated at the desk. He’d texted Oliver right after his lunch with Lesley.

Oliver stood and held out his hand. Ant grasped it firmly. “It’s been a few,” he said.

“Got your text. What’s up?” Oliver asked, gesturing at the seat across from him as he sat back down.

Antony sat, leaning back and crossing his legs. “Met someone this weekend. Ran into her today. Lesley.”

Oliver looked steadily at Antony. His eyes gave nothing away. “That’s my sister,” he said, after a moment.

Antony nodded. “Thought so. Unusual last name.”

“Looking for a blessing, Ant?” Oliver’s expression never changed. He didn’t look concerned, just curious.

“Nope. She’s not your property. Just wanted to verify,” he said.

Oliver smiled then, his eyes wrinkling in genuine pleasure. “You’re a good man, my friend. Does she know you know me?” he asked.

“Not yet. I’ll tell her later. I met her last night at the Warehouse, and just ran into her today.” The last thing Antony wanted was to keep secrets from Lesley. Or Oliver, for that matter.

“I heard that someone got roofied last night over there. You see anything?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah. Madden got hit.”

Oliver whistled. He’d trained with the woman. Fantastic Soldier. “Fuck. I’m sorry. She good?”

Antony nodded. “Yeah. I was dancing with Lesley when it happened.”

“But you got to her, yes?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all that matters. Look, I’ve got some stuff going on that may be related to this shit. I’ll keep you in the loop if it turns out I’m right.”

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