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stayed at that hotel downtown and run into the most beautiful woman in the elevator. Oh Christ, what he’d give to feel her beneath him again. What was her name? He scrolled through his contacts while he thought. Nah, it didn’t come to him.
    For now, that thought was pushed aside and he dialled Mac’s number. The man answered on the third ring and the sound of babbling came across before his growled ‘hello’.
    Tiaan chuckled. “Fatherhood sounds like it suits you, Dunlop.”
    “Jesus, Carstens! Hang on a sec. Kayla, take Erik, will you?” His teenaged daughter’s muffled reply came through the line. “Right, hell, where are you? And how the hell are you? I haven’t heard from you since…”
    Mackenzie didn’t need to say the words. Tiaan knew the only reason he was alive now was because Mac had come to his rescue. Yet again. The man was always saving him.
    A giant American flag billowed in the wind above him and for a minute, his heart constricted. Now he knew how Mac felt, being betrayed by the country he served. “I’m in Washington, but not for much longer. Thought I might head up your way for a little while, spend some time away from…everything here. How am I? Well, Reynolds is fried and I’m off the hook, thank God – and thank you, of course.”
    “Ah…don’t bother. I just got you some information.”
    “You did a hell of a lot more than that,” Tiaan reminded his friend in a low, choked voice.
    Grumbling something incoherent, Mac changed the subject. “So, what are you waiting for? Get yourself up here! And no need to stay in a hotel this time, Hannah insists you stay with us. I finally finished the extension on the house, so there’s plenty of room.”
    It would be good to see his family again. “Alright, you made my mind up for me. I’ll see you soon, my friend.”
    “Can’t wait.” Mac’s rough laughter ended the call.
    Tiaan caught a cab home and packed a few things before shutting down the water and power in his small studio apartment. Once he’d locked up, he headed straight for the airport and booked himself on the next flight out to Vancouver. He made it through security, found his gate and dropped onto a chair closest to the desk to wait. Only three and a half hours until his flight and he could use the rest.
    Before closing his eyes, he sent Mac a text with his travel information to let his friend know he was on his way, then he set an alarm on his phone and tucked it back in his pocket. Eyes closed, arms crossed and head resting on the wall behind him, Tiaan couldn’t seem to find sleep. Instead, he pictured that woman from the elevator, dripping wet from the pool in that scandalously tiny golden brown bikini. The blessed thing hardly contained her generous curves and he recalled each one.
    Why couldn’t he remember her name? Her sassy, shoulder-length cinnamon curls stuck in his mind, as did her wide, green-blue eyes, small but full mouth, and even her pert little nose. Hell, he could see her rose-tipped nipples when he closed his eyes, smell her milk and honey scent, he even remembered how she tasted as he speared his tongue inside her, right there in the lift…
    Shit .
    Great .
    Now here he was, stuck sitting in this uncomfortable chair, hard as a bloody rock, and wide awake. Tiaan felt his phone beginning to vibrate and ripped it from his jeans pocket before any further damage was done. The last woman he’d been with and he couldn’t bloody well remember her name. Maybe he suffered a different kind of permanent damage from those interrogations Reynolds ordered and the name was knocked out of his brain.
    The text was from Mac, saying either he or Hannah’s friend would get Tiaan from the airport. He had to laugh, knowing it was most likely Hannah’s orders. The woman was nine years his junior and she acted every bit the role of a mother hen. She probably thought he would sneak off to a hotel and she got that right. Invading people’s personal lives never felt