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infiltrate Scotland Yard as well.”
    “Ah.” That’s all I can manage to say. All of this is way too weird for me to come up with some clever or thoughtful remark.
    “Tess.” The suited stranger places both his hands on my arms. “Thank you.”
    “But I didn’t even do-—” Our eyes meet, and I’m lost again. I shouldn’t let this guy have such a profound effect on me, and yet… The way he looks at me suggests he’s equally interested, even if I can’t quite understand why a stud like him would even notice a girl like me.
    I blink a few times, trying to shake the fuzziness in my head, as well as figure out if all this is in fact still a dream or hallucination, but every time I open my eyes, the green depths in front of me still invite me to drown in the fantasy. He leans down slightly, bringing our faces closer together. His breath tickles and teases against my skin.
    He smells of a subtle aftershave or cologne, with a hint of something manly and rugged mixed in. When he reaches over and pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear, it takes my breath away.
    I instinctively lean in closer, until the tips of our noses almost touch, tilt my head and wait. His hand, which had been resting on my shoulder so far, wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me in. I feel faint again, but not in a bad way this time.
    Our lips touch and send shivers down my spine. His kisses are gentle, controlled almost, but this facade is quickly reduced to rubble when I part my lips, signaling my willingness for more. Our tongues find each other in a feverish embrace. I wrap my arms around him, feeling his hard, well-trained body underneath my fingertips.
    Oh God, he’s easily the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and now here I am, sucking face with him! It’s all too good to be true.
    A muffled moan originating from the bleeding man by the wall interrupts. Despite how it seemed, we are in fact still stuck in the real world, where I was nearly arrested by a fake policeman while he stopped a flight from taking off with some mysterious and dangerous load on board. I pull back, looking him in the eye again. What the hell are we doing?!
    “I never did catch your name?” I finally ask.
    He glances over at the man on the floor, who is stirring slightly, then makes eye contact with me again.
    “Liam.” His lips curl into the beginnings of a smile as he nods his head. “Liam Everson. At your service.”
    “Nice.”
    Before we get the chance to do or say anything more, the door opens, revealing an equally buff, much more rough around the edges guy in commando gear, flanked by a petite yet intimidating red-haired woman no older than forty in a tailored trouser suit.
    “Everson. Good job, old boy,” Commando guy says, while stepping over the dead fake detective. He winks at Liam before focusing on me.
    The redhead cocks her head to one side and gives me a suspicious look as she enters.
    “Boys, contain the situation, will you?” She nods at the three men still outside the door, all also clad in what looks like all black combat gear. They jerk into action instantly on her say-so. One checks the vitals of the two bad guys on the floor, another cordons off the area outside.
    “Agent Everson. I expect your report on my desk by the morning,” she says to Liam, whose amusement—although subtle—is still very obviously written on his face.
    “Next time, try not to involve a civilian. Have her debriefed and include her statement in your report. Dismissed.” Her eyes rest on mine for a moment, before stepping ahead into the corridor and bending over the bleeding, softly whimpering man. She grasps his hair, lifting his head to get a look at his face.
    “Process him, and take him for questioning, Clark. I want an ID ASAP, understand?”
    The cheerful commando who had entered first nods his head. “Yes, Ma’am.”
    He gives Liam a slap on the shoulder and gets to work, while Liam takes my hand and leads me out of the corridor and back into the