person.
She’d always done as she had been expected to do, as others had wanted her to do, as much
as possible. She had never, that she remembered, lived within the moment. Taken a chance.
Been wild and free. The woman Travis described wasn’t the woman Lilly remembered herself
being. She needed to know who that woman was.
“No censors?” she whispered, as his lips brushed over hers again.
“None.” He demanded another kiss, another melding of lips, stoking the heat between them
as Lilly gave into the pleasure.
It was incredible. No more than the touch of his lips on hers, his tongue stroking against
hers. His heartbeat pounded against her breasts—how had he managed to pull her so close
without her realizing?—his arms tight around her.
There was something about it that made her wonder if she had ever known passion before
him.
Something warned her that she had known it with this man, and only this man.
Pulling back, Travis stared down at her shadowed features and knew she would follow him.
He didn’t say anything. Instead he lifted the keys from the pocket of his jacket and moved to
his own motorcycle.
Straddling it, he pushed the key into the ignition. The two bikes started simultaneously.
Within seconds they were pulling away from the bar and heading through town.
Damn Elite Ops and the mission. It would end up destroying him and possibly Lilly as
well.
This was exactly what he hadn’t wanted. To see the pain and confusion that filled her eyes,
that was slowly tearing her apart.
There was instinct, suspicion, and what Travis knew was second nature. The fighter Lilly
was was instinctive. It was as much a part of her as breathing. As being.
With such instinct, with such pure strength as he knew Lilly possessed, the memories
would not be much further behind.
And now, they might well be closer than ever before.
The house he owned in Hagerstown was located in one of the more historic parts of the
city. It was two stories, brick, completely remodeled on the inside, with almost an acre of land
heavily bordered by a hedge of tall evergreen shrubs.
Hitting the remote programmed into the handle of the motorcycle, Travis slowed down for
the rising of the garage door, then pulled the bike inside. Lilly rode in beside him, shut the
engine to her own, and waited.
The door behind them slid closed with a squeak of the rubber seal against the cement.
“Nice.” Pushing the kickstand into place, Lilly swung off the seat and pulled the helmet
from her head as she looked around.
He knew what she saw beside the Jaguar sitting in the other bay. Travis Caine was wealthy,
a man who worked with the most exclusive, the most powerful men and women on earth. His
lifestyle reflected that. Beside the Jag sat a specially designed, security-upgraded Hummer.
Beside that was another motorcycle, one known for its reputation of speed, power, and
exclusivity. There were less than two hundred in the entire world.
“Very nice.” She didn’t touch it, not that Travis would have cared. The cycle had belonged
to the first Travis Caine, as had the house, the vehicles, and the funds he lived on. Funds
carefully monitored by the agency.
Travis was more interested in her shapely ass as she bent to look at the detailing of the
hand-stitched seat.
“Would you like a drink?” He strode to the well-stocked bar on the other side of the garage.
Hell, all he wanted to do was get her in the bedroom, and here he was, stuck, while she
admired his bike rather than his dick. Wasn’t that just his luck?
“No.”
“Shall we go in then?” Opening the door that led to the house, Travis entered ahead of her
and made for the kitchen.
Marble floors led from the small garage foyer to the kitchen and dining room.
The damned place must have been an exercise for that first Travis Caine in how much
money he could spend on a residence while keeping the outside so modest-looking.
Opening the refrigerator, he pulled two
She’d always done as she had been expected to do, as others had wanted her to do, as much
as possible. She had never, that she remembered, lived within the moment. Taken a chance.
Been wild and free. The woman Travis described wasn’t the woman Lilly remembered herself
being. She needed to know who that woman was.
“No censors?” she whispered, as his lips brushed over hers again.
“None.” He demanded another kiss, another melding of lips, stoking the heat between them
as Lilly gave into the pleasure.
It was incredible. No more than the touch of his lips on hers, his tongue stroking against
hers. His heartbeat pounded against her breasts—how had he managed to pull her so close
without her realizing?—his arms tight around her.
There was something about it that made her wonder if she had ever known passion before
him.
Something warned her that she had known it with this man, and only this man.
Pulling back, Travis stared down at her shadowed features and knew she would follow him.
He didn’t say anything. Instead he lifted the keys from the pocket of his jacket and moved to
his own motorcycle.
Straddling it, he pushed the key into the ignition. The two bikes started simultaneously.
Within seconds they were pulling away from the bar and heading through town.
Damn Elite Ops and the mission. It would end up destroying him and possibly Lilly as
well.
This was exactly what he hadn’t wanted. To see the pain and confusion that filled her eyes,
that was slowly tearing her apart.
There was instinct, suspicion, and what Travis knew was second nature. The fighter Lilly
was was instinctive. It was as much a part of her as breathing. As being.
With such instinct, with such pure strength as he knew Lilly possessed, the memories
would not be much further behind.
And now, they might well be closer than ever before.
The house he owned in Hagerstown was located in one of the more historic parts of the
city. It was two stories, brick, completely remodeled on the inside, with almost an acre of land
heavily bordered by a hedge of tall evergreen shrubs.
Hitting the remote programmed into the handle of the motorcycle, Travis slowed down for
the rising of the garage door, then pulled the bike inside. Lilly rode in beside him, shut the
engine to her own, and waited.
The door behind them slid closed with a squeak of the rubber seal against the cement.
“Nice.” Pushing the kickstand into place, Lilly swung off the seat and pulled the helmet
from her head as she looked around.
He knew what she saw beside the Jaguar sitting in the other bay. Travis Caine was wealthy,
a man who worked with the most exclusive, the most powerful men and women on earth. His
lifestyle reflected that. Beside the Jag sat a specially designed, security-upgraded Hummer.
Beside that was another motorcycle, one known for its reputation of speed, power, and
exclusivity. There were less than two hundred in the entire world.
“Very nice.” She didn’t touch it, not that Travis would have cared. The cycle had belonged
to the first Travis Caine, as had the house, the vehicles, and the funds he lived on. Funds
carefully monitored by the agency.
Travis was more interested in her shapely ass as she bent to look at the detailing of the
hand-stitched seat.
“Would you like a drink?” He strode to the well-stocked bar on the other side of the garage.
Hell, all he wanted to do was get her in the bedroom, and here he was, stuck, while she
admired his bike rather than his dick. Wasn’t that just his luck?
“No.”
“Shall we go in then?” Opening the door that led to the house, Travis entered ahead of her
and made for the kitchen.
Marble floors led from the small garage foyer to the kitchen and dining room.
The damned place must have been an exercise for that first Travis Caine in how much
money he could spend on a residence while keeping the outside so modest-looking.
Opening the refrigerator, he pulled two
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