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couldn't a jewel thief get any privacy anymore?
    "I'm assuming other people wanted a piece of my action. And you know what?" She arched her hips in an attempt to shove him off her body. She couldn't even raise her hips a millimeter off the mattress.
    She drew in another calming breath. They couldn't stay glued together forever. Sometime in the next—however long—this man was going to have to move. Dear God make that sooner rather than later. Already she could feel the heat pooling in her groin. It was only a matter of time before he accused her of overtures. She didn't want him. Dammit.
    "Stop trying to get a rise out of me," he snapped. "And finish the bloody thought!"
    She relaxed, as best she could, meeting his gaze head-on, at least where she hoped his gaze was. Ho, boy. Never let them see you sweat. Or pant. She'd be damned if she'd be the only one turned on around here. If he could stand it, then so could she.
    Glaring up in his direction, she said flatly, "I don't know what she wanted, and I didn't give her a chance to ask. I told her no, and news flash, bubba—I'm telling you no too. If you're not working with what's-her-name, then tell whoever you do work for that I work a single act. I don't do partners, and I don't pay off muscle."
    As she said that, his arm flexed. Too bad. "So if that's it, let's let bygones be bygones, and you can trot off to wherever you came from, and tell your friend, boss, mistress, gun moll, whoever—that I'm still not interested in taking on a partner. And by the way, I don't like being fol—"
    Hunt covered her mouth with his hand. He needed to think. Did the woman ever shut up?
    He wanted Morales. He was this close to having him. And by God, nothing, nothing , would stand in his way. Especially not this woman.
    Morales's Mano del Dios had been around for more than twenty years. They targeted their interpretation of sin, whether that was people or places. The Mano del Dios ranked number two on America's Most Wanted List. Mano had a religious agenda. Something T-FLAC followed closely 24/7. Morales's group adhered to an extremist interpretation of Christianity that justified violence against civilian targets to achieve political ends.
    Morales planned to take over the United States and then the world. His combination of religious righteousness and his ambition were a toxic and dangerous mix. Over time, the Mano del Dios had emphasized the imminence of the end of the world and stated that they would initiate Armageddon by starting World War III unless transgressions were stopped and people started leading righteous lives. The man was a religious zealot with an agenda. A bad combination.
    Under Morales's leadership, the terrorist group had assassinated religious leaders worldwide, bombed nightclubs, theaters, movie houses, liquor stores, pharmacies, and abortion clinics. The group had raised its operational profile in 2000 with two attacks against international targets. It had been involved in clashes in Northern Ireland in December 2004, and carried out a rocket-propelled grenade attack on the Russian Embassy in Beirut in January 2005.
    She was trying to gnaw his hand.
    She didn't have the market on frustration. Jesus. The woman had a potent effect on his dormant libido. Ten seconds after seeing her naked, he'd wanted to be inside her. A heartbeat after touching her soft skin, and it was all he could do not to crush her beneath him right there in the fucking bathtub and push himself deep inside her until they were both begging for mercy.
    Hunt looked down at her. Her brilliant eyes were narrow with anger and frustration as she glared at him over his palm. She was a witch. Bruja —"Bloody hell!" He rolled off her and cradled his hand. "You bit me."
    "You put your hand in my mouth." Hell, she sounded reasonable except for the heaving chest and wild eyes.
    "I wanted you to shut up."
    "Well, I wanted your hand off my mouth."
    Her face was pink and shiny from the heat of the shower and he