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serious with you, and now that he knows you’re not just a self-defense instructor….” She trailed off, shrugging. She didn’t have to explain political life.
    “He approve s now, huh?” Zone sounded amused. “Elite soldier much better sounding than part-time immigrant, right?”
    She made a face. “You’re not going to argue with him about politics again, are you?”
    “I’d rather do other stuff, actually.” He leaned closer. “Like play pirate. You gonna invite me in?”
    She flushed at the heat in his eyes . She wanted him too. It had been too long. But things needed to be said and that was why she had chosen to me e t him down here and not up at her place, where it would be too easy to succumb to temptation. Even right now, in the relative safety of traffic and boring asphalt, she was thinking of him pulling off his clothes in her room and Zone naked was a sight to behold. Nope, conversation wouldn’t be first priority.
    She cocked her head and looked up at him. “Why do I get the feeling we aren’t going to talk when we go up? You agreed to dinner, remember?”
    He growled mockingly. “Me hungry,” he said, emphasizing his accent. “Very. Sweets, you look good enough to eat.” He held up a hand and added, “But if you want to talk, we will. I already emailed how I feel.”
    She laughed as she pulled out the card to unlock the building front doors. “Oh. You mean, ‘everything is cool. I want to be with you’ is how you feel?”
    “I’m not great with words, I know.” He shrugged. “The last time we discussed my job, when you found out what I do, we ended up arguing.”
    And she still felt ashamed of her thoughtlessness. “I know and I’m…”
    “Quit apologizing, Rebecca. I’d rather we argue than not talk at all. Just don’t give me the cold shoulder again. That’s the part I didn’t like.”
    They went inside and were silent as they waited for the elevator. She studied him and he looked back solemnly, as if that was all that was on his mind. She wasn’t fooled at all.
    When they were inside the elevator, she said, “It’s the political brat in me. I promise to curb her tongue from now on. Like I said, I’ve been reading up about the SEALs. I wanted to know what you are, what you do, and not be ignorant any more.”
    He sighed. “But you know me. I’m Zone. I’m crazy about you. I enjoy apple pie and ice cream. I love watching soccer. And right now, all I want to do is spend the night with you, showing you what an absolutely normal male I am.”
    His words warmed her insides. Sure, the man didn’t say much but he’d always been goo d at showing her what he meant.
    “I’m just a bit afraid, that’s all.”
    “Of what?”
    “Well, the first time we really talked about what you really do, we went off on a tangent and started arguing about politics. No, don’t interrupt, I’m not apologizing any more, I swear. I just wanted to say I spouted off on things I know very little about and should have tried to see it from your point of view. I’m just afraid it’ll happen again and—”
    “Difference in opinion is okay, babe. It’s healthy. As long as you don’t hold a grudge and make it all about the relationship, you know?”
    She frowned. “I did that, didn’t I?”
    “Yeah. I felt bad because I didn’t know how to get to you, make you understand. It’s not a glamorous way of life, like being an ambassador or his aid e , so I kind of feel there’s no comparison with anything you do or see everyday. That’s why I didn’t want to talk about it. Or argue.”
    They reached her floor and the door opened. Rebecca ignored it. This was the longest Zone had ever talked about his feeli ngs and she wasn’t going to let this pass.
    “Until now,” she said, “I not only have an idea now. I’ve seen you in action up close.”
    He cocked his head. Reached out and pressed the button to keep the door from closing “Yeah.”
    “You put yourself in danger for