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looked as good as him, and certainly no such man had put her in this position. Getting a quick read on people was part of her livelihood. It had kept her alive more than once, but it surprised her to sense he wasn’t the raping type. If anything, he seemed somehow honorable.
    And that intrigued her. Could he really keep his hands—and anything else—to himself with her so helpless and him clearly turned on? Her eyes dipped to his muscled chest and powerful arms, wondering what they’d feel like crushing her to him. Fresh arousal surged from her loins up her belly and she let out a breath to calm herself.
    “So tell me,” he began, leaning against a dresser, muscles flexing as he folded his arms, “why did you try to kill me?”
    “I’m sure you’ve got it coming for something.”
    “Like what?”
    “Maybe crimes against women.”
    “The only crime I’ll commit against you will be not fucking your brains out.”
    She snorted but sensed he was kidding. “As if. Does that cockiness ever work?”
    “Always. So you’re saying you don’t care what I’ve supposedly done?”
    “Not in the least.”
    “Then you have no honor.”
    She frowned. “You’re judging me? You’re a sniper, like me.”
    “I don’t kill for money.”
    “What makes you think I do?”
    “A little bird told me.”
    She didn’t know what he meant. Her eyes noted her smartphone in his hand and she suddenly realized he might’ve gotten into it. He seemed to know something, but she didn’t have to admit anything. Yet. “Did you ever know why you were ordered to kill someone? You’re a Marine. You just follow orders.”
    He approached her. “I want to know who ordered the hit.”
    “I’m sure you do. I neither know nor care who wants you dead. You’re just a job, buddy. Don’t take it personally.”
    “Killing is always personal, or are you that coldblooded?”
    “You know what I mean. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
    He sighed and said, “Let’s try something simpler. Why did you drop a pot on my head earlier?”
    Her eyebrows shot up. No harm in telling him that. “Hitting the ground would make a different sound from hitting your head.”
    “Rather than stick your head out and get shot,” he surmised. When she didn’t say anything, he asked, “I don’t suppose you know how to cook with pots, too, or would that be too much to ask?”
    “Why, you want me to make you dinner or something? Pig. Cook your own damn food. I’m nobody’s servant.”
    He smiled. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You sound like you get paid to serve somebody, and you’ve served me pretty well so far.”
    “How’s that?”
    He lifted her smartphone. “I used your thumb print to unlock this. Learned all sorts of things.”
    Jordan clenched her jaw. Seeing his amusement, she felt heat in her cheeks and chest, where his eyes strayed before returning to hers. Not a reaction could be hidden from him if she didn’t try harder. Knowing what was on the phone and what he might’ve learned, she sensed that if she played dumb when he revealed knowledge, that would make her seem weak.
    “Like what?” she asked.
    “You’re not French.”
    That startled her, which he saw, judging by the smirk. She had to do a better job of hiding things. “Why would I be French? And what makes you think I’m not?”
    “You flew in on Air France from Paris but you don’t have a French accent. Sound American, actually.”
    “Congratulations, Sherlock.”
    Smirking, he asked, “How was the sushi?” She blinked in confusion. “The Hilton is in their delivery range, isn’t it?”
    Realization dawned and she felt flustered that his approach was forcing her to reveal reactions if not confirmation of information he already knew or guessed. If he learned enough about how she responded to things, he’d be able to read her when she didn’t want that. The cleverness of the nudity tactic, and his interrogation, impressed and irritated her. A glare crept into her