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Okay, not the eager reply she’d hoped for, but she could work with that.

“Would that throw your day off?” she asked.

“Not at all. Seeing your beautiful face would be a massive improvement.”

“Okay. You don’t have a key hidden anywhere? I could just let myself in…” Or he could give her a key.

“Only one key and it’s with me. That’s not a bad idea though… Want me to pick up some lunch?”

“Nah, I’d rather take up all your time I can before you have to go back to work.”

His voice dipped lower still. “Greedy, are we?”

She grinned. So far so good. “Maybe?”

He chuckled. “Fine, but we’re eating sandwiches.”

“Sounds divine.”

“See you soon.”

Robin ended the call smiling.

She needed to turn this around and stop being so anxious about what to call this relationship. It was time she took a bit more control of things. And that started today. Right now.

They’d eat sandwiches, but only after she got what she wanted.

Monday. Harper’s Safe House, New Orleans, LA.

“She is on her way up.”

Harper shoved his hands into his hair and stared around the apartment. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t just stand there,” Samuel snapped.

Harper scowled at Samuel. “This is exactly why I said don’t get comfortable here.”

Harper grabbed a recently delivered box then shoved most of the surveillance equipment off the dining table.

“Watch what you’re doing,” Samuel demanded.

“You have to go. Now,” Harper demanded.

“But—”

“No.” He closed the box then shoved it aside, into a corner. “She’s not likely to notice if I have a few boxes, but she’s bound to notice if we are in the apartment when she gets here. Fuck me.”

Harper whirled toward the bedroom. The place was a bit of a mess. He hadn’t tied up since she’d come over Saturday for a few hours to watch a movie. Hopefully, she’d forgive him that.

He kicked off his sweatpants in a hurry and grabbed yesterday’s jeans lying over the foot of the bed. They were clean enough they’d pass. That done, he shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed a sport coat. There wasn’t time for him to think about shirts. His gray T-shirt would have to do. He’d make something up if he had to.

“Harper, come on,” Samuel called out while holding up his phone showing the front door as it swung open for a curvy, familiar figure. “She’ll be here any second.”

Good thing Samuel had thought to put a camera on the building doors, or they’d be in a real tight spot.

Robin was in the building. Now he just had to make sure he didn’t run into her.

He glanced around the place one last time, but his mind was too scattered. Hundreds of combat encounters and this was what tripped him up?

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