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have in mind?” She tugged on her skirt, trying to cover her bare legs. She quit when the fabric threatened to tear. “How hot a couple are we? You know, separate staterooms?”
    He grinned and tugged on the hem of her skirt. “I’ll come up with something a man would believe. Okay?”
    “I’m not sure.” Lana knew she had blundered by agreeing to let Horn set the scene. Like it or not, he could carry the ruse off. “I suppose that’s best. You know how men think.”
    “My thoughts exactly.”
    Something in his eyes made her worry. She looked away, attempting to hide her concern. The man beside her would no doubt cook up a tale of sordid lust and make himself appear the ultimate stud. She leaned her head back and sighed. What the hell did she care about what he told Antigua or anyone else?
    She appreciated him moving away to talk man-talk with the other agents. This would be her last hour of freedom from Horn’s company.
    She filled the time before landing mentally running through the mission plans. Board the ship, change into a sexy outfit, and go out to pick Antigua out of the crowd. Lord, she’d feel much better if she didn’t have Horn watching every move she made. Then, too, the sleeping arrangements made her nervous. Hell yes, she wanted to throw him into bed and see if his body would still make her crazy.
    She looked at the men at the front of the plane, drinking coffee and eating sandwiches. Horn entertained the others with some joke he had probably picked up in the military. Their laughter comforted her, and the tension in her body faded away.
    The smooth voice of the pilot came over the intercom. They would be landing in twenty minutes.
    That gave her time to gather up all of the things she had strewn around, check the locks on her luggage, and put her shoes on.
    Sam had the same idea. He’d put on a light blue linen jacket to cover his weapon, and as always, he looked delicious and tanned. He sure wouldn’t get a sunburn. She checked to see if in her rush to pack, she’d brought sunscreen. Of course not. She grimaced, wondering what else she’d have to pay a fortune for on the ship.
    “Need any help, Pearly?” Sam eyed her with a grin. “You look a little pissed off.”
    “No, I’m fine.” She stood up, trying to pull her large suitcase off the overhead. In her haste, she bumped her head but didn’t get the chance to cuss. Horn moved her aside to pull the suitcase down and place it between the seats in front of her.
    “Any more last-minute chores you want done, my lady?” He rested his hand on the seat and waited. “I know you ladies like to make a final run to the washroom. You’ve got time.”
    Lana opened her mouth to tell him her bladder didn’t need attention but saw no reason to yank his chain after he’d been so helpful. “It can wait.”
    The soft chiming of the landing alert gave Lana a familiar little thrill. They’d be on the ground soon and the mission would begin. This would be different, living in luxury while keeping a bad guy under surveillance. She looked down as the aircraft banked and made its decent. Another thought struck with a flash of heat.
    You’ll be bunking with your partner
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    “Take your time, Pearly.”
    His sudden change of demeanor reminded her she’d have to assume a new personality. No time like the present to try it out.
    “I’m all set to have fun, Horn.” She reached for her shoes that had been discarded earlier. He beat her to them. “You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl.”
    “I’m aware.” He knelt to slip her shoes on, first the left, then the right. He squeezed her foot, looking at her with blatant desire in his eyes. “What do you call those shoes, Pearly?”
    “Wedge sandals.” Looking at him gave Lana a start, a pleasant expectation of what would come. “What made you ask?”
    He’s incredible to look at and you’re wanting more than conversation
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    He didn’t sit by her but chose the seat across the aisle. “I