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Desire pulsed in his veins.

Picturing cold water, he strode to door number four and opened it with this thumbprint.

“Cool,” Mulberry mumbled.

“After you,” Nick held the door for her.

All the suites on this floor served as crash pads for whatever staff needed them, usually members of Team Stealth, and sometimes they used them as safe houses.

They were outfitted like luxurious hotel suites.

This suite opened to an open-concept living room with deep blue couches, a complete tv system and a small but functional kitchen.

Down the hall was one bedroom with one big bed.

“This isn’t awful,” Mulberry murmured, running her hand along the kitchen counter.

“A little more utilitarian than what you’re used to?”

“I meant, it’s surprising, that’s all.”

Her expression slipped into something softer again, and he wondered what she was thinking.

Mulberry opened the fridge and closed it again.

“Did you eat?”

“No.”

Nick sighed, marched to the fridge and pulled out a fruit tray.

“Eat.”

“I don’t want to,” she jutted out her chin.

“I wasn’t asking,” Nick said.

Her grey-blue eyes widened, and she lowered her gaze.

It was a way too submissive gesture, and Nick kicked himself, taking a step back from her.

Don’t even go there.

“It’s my job to keep you safe. You’ve been through an ordeal, and I won’t have you fainting on me.”

With slender fingers, she plucked a grape off the tray and popped it into her mouth, raising her eyebrows. “Satisfied?”

“Hardly. Now give me your plans for the day.”

“I told you. Do you have memory problems?” She hopped up on a stool, crossing one leg over another.

All Nick wanted was to touch her smooth skin, to see if it was as soft as it looked.

“Tell me again,” he leaned against the end of the counter, inches away from her.

“Like I said, hair with Emma, then dinner with her.”

“Okay, and I will join you at dinner. You’re going to have to tell Emma about me.”

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