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home. There had to be something better for him to do. Something that would utilise the abilities they had pounded into him over the three-month indoctrination course and the two years of high altitude, low opening parachute training, dive qualification and advanced paramedic instruction.
    He wadded up yet another piece of paper and used the wall across the room as a backboard for his shot. Two points.
    As it had for the past six hours, his mind turned back to last night and the phenomenal bout of lovemaking with Cassidy. And that’s what it had been…lovemaking. Not a round of fucking as he’d expected and welcomed, but something far more complex. He wasn’t sure he liked the difference, and it had taken him all day to work his way into admitting it. Fucking he could handle. The thought didn’t quell his urge to revisit the coffee shop and see if she’d be willing to go at it again.
    He shook his head. Now he was forcing himself to think coarse thoughts, rather than what he really felt. What he’d really like to do was give her a call and see if she wanted to go see a movie, or something equally mundane. And that was a dangerous thought, because, as soon as he could rig it, he was blowing this Popsicle stand. He knew people, could probably swing a much better assignment than this.
    If nothing else, he could fill his free time by trying to get back into the field rather than sitting on his ass, playing hoop with himself.
    With the decision made, he swung towards the phone and started dialling.
     
    * * * *
     
    As the bell over the door tinkled, Cassidy threw a glance over her shoulder and froze in mid-stride.
    Scott.
    Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. Damn. She certainly hadn’t expected to see him again, not after his stealthy exit this morning. Not that she had minded it…well, maybe a little…but she understood the male urge to fuck and run. It seemed to be a genetic trait, one she’d witnessed time and again as her older brothers had skulked into the house during the wee hours.
    Last night had been spectacular, the best sex of her life, even, but she’d thought they’d agreed, albeit silently, that it was a one-time gig.
    Her body ached in all the right places, but, even if she was more than a little sore this morning, it had been worth it.
    Scott’s presence here, right in the middle of her early-evening rush hour, definitely threw her for a loop.
    His smile, direct, hot and sexual, made it even worse. He settled onto the only empty bar stool and blatantly ignored the looks of interest directed at him by her regulars. He looked at her with an intent far from casual, even to the most uninterested observer.
    Cassidy winced inwardly. As soon as he left, they’d all ask her who the one-eyed boy was, and how was she supposed to answer that? She never could lie very convincingly. The fact that she knew Scott on a decidedly personal level was probably already apparent to everyone in the café. She could just imagine the tongues wagging about how Cassidy had taken a young lover, how she was robbing the cradle.
    Another thought struck her… What if someone here knew him? It had been six years, but what if? She glanced around the room quickly, but didn’t find any faces lighting with recognition. This was her business, her life, and there was no way she was going to sacrifice what she’d spent years working on over a one-nighter with a kid.
    She had to at least try to salvage the situation. Walking calmly to him, she asked, in her most businesslike tone, “What’ll you have, stranger?”
    He leaned over the counter and whispered, “You.”
    Feeling the blood surge quickly to her face, then directly to her breasts and pussy, she tried to keep a straight face. “Not on the menu tonight, sorry. Try again.” Oh hell, where had that come from? While she certainly wouldn’t mind another go-round with the lusty hard body, this was her business, for God’s sake. Anyway, hadn’t she promised herself never to