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she couldn’t have. But for Rio that was out of the question. She’d been making her own way since her stepbrother, Shane, had given his life in the war against drugs.
    She pushed away from him, fighting an internal battle of want over necessity. This man made it easy to play the siren. One look from him and she felt like some primal creature whose only edict was to dissolve him down to his most fundamental core. It was a wonder they both hadn’t gone up in flames. And God help her, it was her mission to do so. In her mind, keeping him occupied hadn’t really involved anything physical between them. Rio could have avoided it and still kept him right where she wanted him. But that was before she’d met him.
    “The move is yours,” Max said.
    “This isn’t some chess game. There are angry people out there who need to take care of a different bodily function. They get just as testy about their needs as we do.”
    “I doubt that, but I’m trained to handle them.”
    “I bet you can handle just about anything.”
    He laughed. “That was before I met you.”
    “We’re supposed to be focusing on hiding. Inciting an angry mob on an airplane is a good way to draw attention to ourselves. This is supposed to be about business,” Rio said.
    “FBI and DEA business,” he said.
    Rio got a glimpse of that slick, intelligent mind. “Bodyguard business,” she corrected.
    “I’m thinking about your body right now.” His grin was as unabashed as ever. He pressed his hips against hers, making them both groan just a little.
    “I can see and, oh, my, feel you are, but let’s let these people get on with their…business.”
    Some of the fog blessedly lifted from his eyes. “Okay, Rio, but I’ve got a feeling you can handle yourself quite easily without a bodyguard.”
    “Except I’m injured.”
    “True,” he said.
    She disengaged her hands from his and tried to put some distance between them. She hadn’t expected to feel such a strong tug. A tug that wasn’t entirely physical. It was bad enough he could make her body tremble in need with nothing more than a glance and a smile. Her heart absolutely could not—would not—come into play. And yet she was looking at him and feeling something was undeniably out of control.
    Foolhardy indeed.
    She needed to get some distance from him, and quickly, if she was going to think even a bit clearly on the matter. For whatever reason—and she was certain he had one—he let her go.
    She thought she’d been having a crappy day when she’d so badly bungled her one prime opportunity to get some dirt on Eduardo Fuentes. Now, she was away from Colombia and her one objective, completing a mission she didn’t want to complete. Duping a man like Max would come back to haunt her. She knew it.
    But a DEA agent’s life hung in the balance and Max’s investigation could put that agent’s life in danger.
    When she was ready to leave, Max opened the door. He stepped out and held out his hand. Rio took it, the warmth of his palm like a shock to her system. She held her ribs as she stepped over the threshold, making it clear to the people waiting she was injured. Some eyeswere sly, but she ignored them as she followed him back to their seats.
    “That was decidedly embarrassing.”
    “Ha. All those guys wish they could step out of an airplane lavatory with a woman like you with your beautiful face and all this amazing red hair.”
    He said it easily, without artifice.
    A blush stained her cheeks, catching her off guard. It was surprising she had this reaction now, as what they had done together in the lavatory made blushing seem ridiculous.
    It was true their interactions had been lustful, but the fact he had said something so earnest, and so…genuine made her react in ways that were dangerous to say the least. Such as wondering what it would be like to be with Max in regular, day-to-day situations, where she wouldn’t have to watch every word, every move she made, looking for