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situation. Jack only hoped neither of them found themselves singed.
    Skye grinned at him, her pale flesh flushed from the heat of her shower, her curls framing her face, her eyes warm and filled with amused hunger. He loved how the colour in them deepened when she found her pinnacle with him. Jack was insatiable when it came to this beautiful woman.
    She was the kind of woman Jack found himself willing to die to protect.
    Nothing else mattered.
    “You might find this hard to believe, but I’m needing to remind myself just how important it is we make it to Tank’s tonight,” Skye laughed. “I’m not usually so easily distracted by a sexy man, though I know my actions haven’t proven so in the last few hours.”
    Jack reached out a hand to stroke along the soft curve of her cheek. She grinned impishly at him, charming him and heating his blood. His exhausted cock still managed to twitch in lusty interest. For the first time since he’d met her, Jack ignored his prick’s instincts and forced himself to focus. Their lives—Skye’s life—relied on his attention to what went on around them now.
    “I’ve never been so instantly attracted to anyone, darling,” he assured her as he stroked her delicate skin. “Considering the circumstances, I think we’ve both just been overcome. This isn’t your usual scenario, so we can’t apply the normal rules.”
    Skye leaned her face into his palm, studied him with shining eyes and grinned at him. Jack felt his heart leap. He knew it was impossibly fast, but his certainty was unshakeable. He loved this woman fiercely.
    “You make even the insanity of this afternoon feel natural, good. How do people like you and my father manage to do that?”
    In that moment she reminded him of a pixie. Innocent, sensual and with a naughty sense of humour he couldn’t resist.
    “I’m insatiable when it comes to you,” he chuckled. Leaning in, they kissed now with the languid comfort of two people who knew they had a long time to indulge themselves. The heated rush of their first few couplings had passed and now they were enjoying the time they’d been granted, exploring one another on every level.
    Reluctantly, Jack pulled away from the woman who held his heart.
    “If I don’t get dressed we’ll never make it. Despite your words, I know you feel the need to see whatever it is Tank is protecting for your father. Take your time getting ready, though. I know better than to rush a lady.”
    She was laughing, clearly amused as he forced himself to leave the bathroom and enter his bedroom. Pulling on briefs, black jeans, a dark navy blue sweater and his boots, Jack opened his closet and removed the false floor. Twisting in the combination to his gun safe, he opened the door and perused its contents.
    Jack preferred sleek handguns to the bulky, unwieldy kind—he always had. Discretion was always his first choice, destruction his second. As a PI it had served him well and those professionals whom he respected and liked—Victor Adams, for example—usually held a similar outlook. Enormous, flashy guns were more the style of weapon he found amateurs, or worse—insecure—people preferred.
    If your enemy didn’t know you had a weapon until it was too late, success was that much easier. Waving around a hand-cannon and blustering, or attempting to intimidate, all too often resulted in you ending up six feet under. Jack never underestimated the elements of surprise and discretion.
    This time, however, with the scent of Skye still in his nostrils, the taste of her on his tongue and his body sated, his eyes were drawn to the small calibre, compact lady’s gun he’d purchased on a whim a few years earlier. He’d seen it at one of the stalls at a showing. The slick salesman had struck a nerve with the comment about how a man could never over-protect his lady.
    It had spoken to something deep within his soul, that comment. He believed it with every fibre of his being. Skye—her father’s