The next thing she knew, Mark lunged at her, taking her to the ground with a powerful thrust.Īs her body slammed against the unforgiving pavement, the bizarre reality slammed into her with equal force. The distinctive crack of a rifle shot shattered the early morning stillness, cutting her off in mid-sentence. Sidestepping it, she flapped her hand to shoo it away. "No comment."Īs he angled away from her to shade the face from the sun, a persistent yellow jacket buzzed her. With a chuckle, he lifted his arm to check his watch. How about we settle on a time for that cold drink?" "I think I'm going to employ those verbal judo techniques you mentioned. "Just short-term ones, hmm?" She switched back to banter mode, hoping that would help ease the ache in her heart that memories of Grant always stirred up.
My career hasn't been conducive to long-term relationships." "How about you, Mark? Do you have a wife back in Quantico?" He was a good man." She swallowed and summoned up her smile again. I lost him five years ago, less than six months after we were married. Her smile faded, and with it the lighthearted mood. But just to cover my back, is there a husband I should be concerned about?" His gaze flicked to her ringless left hand. "Mark Sanders! Are you flirting with me?" Emily felt the flush on her cheeks deepen.
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