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legs from his waist and slid to the floor. In the faint glow cast by the small light over the bed, Hawk read confusion on her face. “What’s wrong?”
    Her gaze slid away. “Nothing. I’ve got condoms in the bathroom. I was irresponsible not to have remembered.” She climbed onto the bed and moved as close to the far side of the mattress as she could. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ve a lot of traveling to do.”
    Something akin to hurt grabbed Hawk’s heart. He’d given her what she wanted. Why was she pissed? Because she forgot she had condoms? No, she wasn’t angry. Uncomfortable, perhaps. That was it. At this moment, she probably wished he’d disappear. He’d known his kind of sex would be too much for an old-fashioned girl.
    She’d be over it by morning. Hoisting himself onto the bed, he pulled up the covers. She faced north and he south. No part of their bodies touched. His mind was troubled, but his exhausted body had the final say. He went out like the light he’d just flipped off.

Chapter Four
    Sophie woke to a dull ache between her legs and a furnace-like heat hugging her back. A tanned hand clasped her right breast. Hawk! Oh, God. She and Hawk had made love last night. Without protection. She had no reason to suspect he wasn’t clean, but in this day and age, there was no excuse for sex without protection. A rush of disappointment made her dizzy. They hadn’t made love. They’d had sex. What had she been thinking? She’d taken her role in this charade too far. Sure she’d wanted him, but the things they’d done hadn’t been what she’d had in mind. With a groan, she pushed his hand away. He grunted and rolled over, but didn’t wake.
    Last night Hawk had introduced her to a world of pleasure she hadn’t known existed. Embarrassed heat spread over her skin. As hot as the sex had been, she wasn’t the type to indulge in sex for mere satisfaction. Was she? Yet wasn’t that what she’d told Hawk? Her ruse had backfired. Big time.
    Jesus, how could she face him? How could she face herself? Buck up, Sophie. You have a job to do. Forget your personal woes.
    Throwing back the covers and gingerly climbing over the naked, gorgeous body sprawled on the bed, she slid to the floor, careful to make no noise on her way to the bathroom. Huddled in the tiny cubicle, the hot water cascaded over her sore muscles, and she vigorously scrubbed her body, washing away any lingering smells of sex.
    She railed at her stupidity. How naïve to have thought for an instant that last Christmas Eve had meant anything to Hawk. He’d been drunk by his own admission. For eight months she’d clung to false hope. By giving in to her lust for a man who had no interest in falling in love, not to mention one who might be a criminal, she’d set herself up for heartbreak.
    She shut off the water. Damn it. She’d forget last night ever happened and concentrate on her assignment. Hopefully, she’d do a better job as an FBI agent than as a seductress.
    Sophie’s gaze feasted on Hawk while she dressed. In sleep, his smooth forehead was free of wrinkles. It looked as if the man didn’t have a care in the world. His peaceful expression pissed her off. Maybe Hawk had the right idea about sex after all.
    She’d hoped joining the FBI would bring new meaning to her existence. Give her ego the boost it needed. Her two brothers had run her life forever. They’d chased off more boyfriends than she could remember. They’d pampered her for every bump and bruise that comes with living. Bullied her into doing things their way. They’d chosen her cars, her college. Even tried to pick her career, which definitely hadn’t been law enforcement.
    Finally, after college graduation, she’d had enough. Against their advice and demands, she’d applied to attend the academy and been accepted. At twenty-five, she still had a long way to go to shake the insecurities instilled by her well-meaning brothers.
    She’d been content with her position