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Fin insisted. “The only question I have is you’re a professional what ?”
    Emily glanced up and met Fin’s clear, blue eyes. Under his steady, calm gaze she found she couldn’t lie, but neither did she want to repulse him. She settled for a truthful evasion.
    “I deal with problems no one else can handle,” she said. Her skin prickled under his watch. She looked out of the window. “When people like you find their hands tied, or unable to act because of…certain restrictions, people like me get called.”
    “Ah,” Fin said, a wealth of meaning behind his tone. “You’re a trouble shooter.”
    Emily smiled, though she didn’t find it humorous.
    “Of a sort.”
    “So it is likely those men were after you, that the sniper had you targeted.”
    Emily shrugged a shoulder, not at all certain.
    “All I know is I don’t want you killed,” she admitted. “Not in the cross-fire because of me, or as a result of my leaving you to save my own skin. I know all about gray areas and understand the limitations of what I can and can‘t live with. It looks like for now at least I’ve thrown my lot in with you.”
    Fin lifted his arm and braced it across the back of the seat. He cupped his fingers around her shoulders, then drew her into the warmth of his body.
    “Admit it,” he whispered sensually, “you like me.”
    Emily found herself smiling, drowning in his hot gaze.
    “You wouldn’t believe me if I claimed temporary insanity?” she asked.
    “Not a chance. You’re completely focused and sexy as sin with it. You get this delightful look, as if you’re readying to strap on armor, pick up your broadsword and do battle. I find it highly attractive.”
    Emily felt torn between laughter and embarrassment. Fin’s words were light, his tone teasing, but the weight in his gaze was undeniable. Heat furled down her chest, through her stomach and pooled between her legs. Her nipples peaked, desperate for attention.
    Unable to deny herself longer, Emily pressed her palm down onto his chest and tilted her chin so their lips were only inches apart.
    “I’m not someone to mess around with,” she warned him. “I’m…a complicated woman.”
    Fin threaded his hand through her hair, he danced his fingertips against her scalp. Emily caught her breath, her heart hammering. Anticipation zinged in the air between them until finally Fin shifted his face low, toward her. They pressed their lips together.
    Emily fluttered her eyes shut. He moved his mouth against hers as they explored each other. Emily opened, flicking her tongue against his lip. As she’d thought, his touch was soft, his lips pliable.
    When he instantly gave entrance, she rushed inside. He was as eager as she. Wet heat encompassed her tongue. Emily stroked inside, eager to explore. Fin closed his lips down over her and he sucked, the pressure shooting a thrill of pleasure along her body. She shivered, moaned and leaned in for more.
    Still pressing both her hands against his chest, she absorbed the warmth from his body. It soaked through the thin fabric of his shirt and she traced her fingers in patterns over his muscles. She murmured in approval. They twisted their tongues together as they parried and fought each other sensually. He made a low sound, part groan part growl. It resonated in her stomach, the need and hunger clear from them both.
    He moved her head back, twisting his fingers enticingly in her hair. They broke apart with a gasp.
    “No,” she panted, the cry turning into another moan as instead of leaving her hanging there Fin kissed a slow, damp trail down the length of her neck. He pressed his lips down, giving her perfect pressure, branding her skin with hot punctures. Her breaths came faster, her whole body awakening to his every touch.
    She explored with her fingers, unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom just enough so she could slide one hand in against his soft, hot skin. Smoothly muscled, his lean frame was belied by a quiet strength. Tall