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Despite the hangover, Taz unnerved me. There was something about him, something I hadn’t noticed before. I had always thought he was hot, but this was different. He was sexy but soulful; a very heady combination.
What the hell was I doing? He was probably as old as Slate.
“Coffee?”
“Yes, please,” I said, my voice now sounding like a husky whisper.
I watched as he pulled a coffee mug from the cupboard and filled it. I was checking him out beneath my lashes.
Damn, he had a nice ass. His stomach was as flat as a washboard.
“Sugar?”
“What?”
“Would you like sugar in your coffee?”
“Oh - uh, no. Just black.”
“Here you go, drink up.”
I thanked him as I took the mug in both hands, raising it up to my lips. Umm, it tasted good. He liked it strong, same as me.
“Hungry?” he asked, heading back to the stove where he had scrambled eggs going.
“I am starving,” I admitted, blushing for some unknown reason.
“I’ll bet,” he laughed. He had a nice laugh; it was genuine. “You couldn’t have had anything left in your stomach. It’s all over the inside of my truck.”
“Oh, God, Taz. I’ll clean it as soon as I finish eating.”
“Now, that doesn’t sound like a plan to me, baby girl,” he said with a wink. “I’ve taken care of it anyway.”
“You have?”
“Yep. Got up early to run to the store for breakfast items. I took it to the car wash. It’s all good.”
He set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. It looked and smelled great. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he returned to serve a plate up for himself.
His hair was a sandy brown; thick and tousled like he had just rolled out of bed. He had gorgeous green eyes and some stubble going on that made his perfectly chiseled features that much more appealing.
He wore an earring that was sexy. His right arm was beautifully tattooed from his shoulder to his elbow. He sat across from me and started digging in to his eggs.
“Hold old are you, Taz?”
He looked up, raising his coffee mug to those magnificent lips and taking a drink.
“Twenty-eight; will hit twenty-nine next month,” he said. “Yeah, yeah - I know, I’m an old man.”
“Hardly,” I laughed. “I thought maybe you were the same age as Slate. I mean, you two being good friends and all.”
“Oh, that’s because we went through the academy in Quantico together. Slate did an extra stint in the military first. I only did one tour in the army. Slate did two.”
“Do you like being in the FBI?”
“I wouldn’t do anything else,” he replied.
“Is it always dangerous?”
