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The old adage was annoyingly true—a girl really did never forget her first lover.
Over the years, Logan had grown harder. A thin scar under his chin looked as if it could have been a knife wound. And his eyes now creased with fine lines. No one else had eyes that shade of bright blue.
Only Logan.
Right then, his lips were only inches away. Had she really kissed him hours before? At the time, it had seemed like a good plan. Some hot, fast action to chase away the chill that had sunk into her bones.
John is dead. She’d left him behind, and he’d died.
She’d almost died, too, and she’d been so scared. Had it been so wrong to want to feel alive? For just a few moments?
Then Logan had pulled away from her.
Again.
Apparently, it had been wrong. Same story, same verse. Logan Quinn wasn’t interested.
And she wanted to forget. She wanted passion, not just him.
Not. Just. Him.
They climbed out of the plane. The guy called Gunner went first, sweeping out with his weapon up. Logan stayed by her side. A giant bodyguard who took every step with her.
Two black SUVs waited for them. Logan steered her to the front one. Climbed in and slammed the door behind him.
As soon as he and Gunner were inside, the SUV started moving. The driver tossed back a cell phone to Logan. “Another mission down, Alpha One.”
She glanced over and found Logan’s eyes on her. Should a man’s gaze really feel like a burn? His did.
He had the cell to his ear. Who was he calling already?
“Alpha One checking in,” he said into the phone. “Package delivered safely.”
Being referred to as a package grated. She wasn’t a package. She was a person.
Juliana glanced away from him. Empty landscape flew by them. Miles of dry dirt, dotted occasionally by small bursts of struggling green brush.
“Sir?” Logan’s voice was tight as he talked to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
The called ended. Short. Sweet.
“Juliana …” He caught her right hand. Oh, now he was back to touching? “I’m sorry,” he told her, and he actually sounded as if he was.
Curious now, she glanced over at him. “For what?”
Logan’s handsome face was strained and his bright blue eyes told her the news was going to be very bad even before he said, “Senator James is dead.”
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