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“He doesn’t, and I don’t, but I will ensure my woman is cared for and safe… whether she likes it or not.”
Zara finished her breakfast and scooted across the mattress to get out on the other side of the bed, grimacing as she did so. Noah wisely said nothing. Zara walked around him to the bath and started to close the door.
“Leave it open, Zara. I want to be able to keep my eye on you.”
“Pervert!”
He laughed. “Nevertheless, the door stays open, or I come in there to supervise.”
“Fine. It isn’t anything you haven’t already seen,” she snapped.
“Doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever beheld.”
Zara rolled her eyes, then turned on the shower. She made short work of her shower, but not because she didn’t enjoy it or even minded Noah watching. Her memories of the day before when she’d shared it with him were still too vivid in her mind—his strong hands using the sudsy sea sponge to get her clean,the lingering touches, the feel of his body pressed to hers under the hot water. She really needed to get a handle on her own traitorous thoughts.
Zara rejoined him, wrapped only in a towel.
“I don’t suppose you have clean clothes?” she asked.
“I think you look fine.” He laughed. As the storm clouds gathered in her eyes, he crossed over from the bed, took hold of her shoulders, and pulled her close to kiss her briefly but thoroughly. One thing about Noah, he was very deliberate and completely in control where she was concerned. For the moment, Zara would let him believe that.
“We do, however, keep a variety of sweats in the dresser, and I put away the things I had in my go-bag. There are a couple of my sweaters you might like.”
“Sweats will be just fine.”
“Suit yourself. The sweaters are softer, I thought you might prefer them. If this looks to become long term, we’ll need to get additional supplies, including clothing.”
Zara found a pair of sweats that looked like they’d fit. They were a bit too big in the waist, so she rolled them down, making them ride low on her hips. She started to put on the sweatshirt but realized it wouldn’t be all that comfortable. It would either be a bit too tight in the bust or huge everywhere else. She knew she could select another but saw Noah’s black sweater lying on the chair. It was incredibly soft to the touch. She pulled it over her head and went to join him. She didn’t like the way his eyes lit up when he saw she was wearing his sweater.
“Don’t get any ideas. You were right, it’s nicer than the sweats. Although these pants are baggy enough, they don’t put any pressure on my ass, which, in case you wanted to know, still hurts.”
Noah, busy getting the video conference set up, looked up at her.
“I don’t doubt it. If it didn’t, it would mean I hadn’t spanked you hard enough last night. You were still showing quite a bit of color on your pretty little backside this morning when you went into the shower.”
“Oh, she was, was she?” came Mac’s voice over the comm system before the monitor blinked on, revealing his bemused expression. He seemed to be alone in the conference room. “That was fast. In fact, a damn sight faster than I thought it would be.”
“What do you mean by that?” Zara accused. She waved her hand. “It doesn’t matter. I demand you tell this supercilious goon of yours to release me at once and take me, if not home, then to a train station, so I can get back to my job and my life.”
“Feisty, isn’t she, Noah?” Mac laughed. “I’ve heard you called a lot of things, but I think that’s the first time anyone has ever accused you of being a supercilious goon.”
“That she is. What can I say? She’s a writer. She likes words.”
“Aren’t you the guy who wanted a nice, quiet girl?” asked Mac.
Noah chuckled. “Yeah, that would be me.” He turned to her. “You know, Zara, I’m never going to hear the end of being with you.”
“Do you two assholes hear yourselves? I’m in the fucking room. And neither of you has any dominion over me. I’m warning you, McDaniel. I have friends at Scotland Yard, and they take a dim view of a British citizen being unlawfully detained.”
“That would be Michael Bestwick? He has been advised. We looped him in unofficially about what’s going on. He said to send you his best.”
“Arrgghh!”She stomped her foot.
Mac chuckled. “Croft and I may have gotten the spitfires, but you, my friend, have yourself a hell-raising firebrand. The rest of the team should be joining us in a minute.”
“She can behave herself when she wants to,” Noah said, obviously enjoying her temper. “Zara, that’s enough. Come and sit down.”
She went to move past him and hissed when his hand connected sharply with her bottom, then swung her back around and drew her onto his lap. She squirmed, and he held her.
