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I could hear the fear in her voice.

“Everything’s fine,” I reassured her. “I just got back early.”

“Okay…”

Something was still slightly off in her tone.

“Is everything alright?”

There was a slight pause. “It’s just… it’s a lot. I’m worried about you.”

“I know,” I said gently. “Why don’t you come over?”

After a slight hesitation, she answered, “Okay. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“I’ll have the champagne waiting.”

“So… it was a successful trip?”

She sounded almost wary.

“It was fine, but the champagne’s for you. We never quite got around to it that first night I moved here.”

She chuckled. “I’ll see you in 20.”

After she hung up, I called room service and had them deliver a chilled bottle with two champagne flutes.

When Rachel walked in the door, I swept her up into my arms and kissed her.

She seemed a little stiff at first, but she eventually melted into the kiss.

I pulled back to smile at her. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you, too,” she said – but her face looked more worried than happy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pushed back a strand of hair from her face.

She took several seconds to answer.

“If you were in trouble… you’d tell me, right?”

I frowned. “Yes, of course.”

“And this new job of yours… you wouldn’t ever let it affect our future together, right?”

Now I felt uneasy.

It was like she knew something – or at least suspected.

Not that it took that big a leap of deduction. I’d been in Special Forces. Then I’d told her I’d taken a job with an organization that worked with the Swedish government. Now I was jetting off for days at a time, unable to be reached by phone.

The obvious conclusion was either ‘mercenary’ or ‘spy’…

Though hopefully not ‘assassin.’

I wanted to tell her where I’d been and what I’d done – but it would destroy her career if I did. Alistair had warned me of that numerous times.

And Rachel had made it clear that her career was incredibly important to her. In some ways, it was more important to her than I was. After all, she still didn’t trust me enough to tell me where she lived or what her real last name was.

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