Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) by Sidney Bristol

it’s sticky, and God, I’m so sorry. Let me buy you a drink? I’m Christine.” The woman held out her hand, a brilliant, warm smile on her face.
    “Hannah.”
    “And I’m Natalie.” The second woman offered her hand. “Love this wrap. Is it H&M?”
    “Um, I have no clue. It’s my roommates.” Hannah grinned sheepishly, all her awkwardness sweeping in to rob her of all her smart words. These women were everything she wanted to be—beautiful, fashionable, cheerful, and probably great at picking up men. Maybe she could learn a thing or two?
    “Well, your roommate has good taste.” Christine winked.
    “That’s why I steal her clothes.” Hannah grinned, and the two women tossed their heads back, laughing.
    “Come on, I owe you a drink.” Christine waved Hannah over to the bar. “What do you want?”
    Hannah stared at the rows of bottles. She didn’t have anything against liquor or alcohol, it was just a language she didn’t know.
    “How about one of whatever you’re having?” She leaned on the bar and caught a glimpse of Mason hovering a dozen or so feet away at a tall table. Well, if he wanted to stand there, watching her have fun, that was his choice. She was going to enjoy this trip—with or without him.
    “Hey, Luis?” Christine leaned over the bar and waved at the closest bartender. “Can we get a wet rag or a towel or something? I’m such a klutz I spilled this amazing drink all over her.”
    “Are you guys from here?” Hannah asked.
    Natalie leaned close and pitched her voice lower, “Christine thinks if she knows the bartender’s names they’ll hook her up with better drinks.”
    “Does it work?”
    “Who knows?” Natalie giggled behind her hand.
    Hannah couldn’t help herself, the laughter was infectious. She accepted the drink Luis slid her way and sipped it. Sweet, fruity, a hint of coconut and the burn of liquor. Hannah blinked rapidly as she swallowed. Yup. It was strong alright. She’d have to be careful or she’d end up toasted, and she was not about to give Mason another reason to keep an eye on her.
    “Good, isn’t it?” Christine nodded, her grin wide and friendly.
    “Yeah.” Hannah dug her toes into the sand. She was such a lightweight, half of this thing was going to put her on her ass. Still, it was a vacation. So what if she got a little tipsy?
    “Oh, I love this song, come on!” Christine latched one hand around Hannah’s wrist and swept her arm around Natalie’s waist, pulling them both to the dance floor.
    Hannah didn’t bother looking at Mason’s glaring mug. He wanted to stand around and not have fun? That was his problem. She was going to dance, damn it.
    Mason sipped his beer and stared out at the ocean, his thoughts beating at his mind in time to the waves, wearing him down.
    There were some things a man couldn’t come back from.
    Being with Hannah might be one of them. He wanted her. There was no doubt there. But it worth it? Could he come back from this weekend, be with her, and still be whole? Or would she take a piece of him, never to return it? Could he live without that bit of his soul? Or his heart? If he couldn’t have the whole thing, did he want a taste?
    He sensed her presence the moment before Hannah threw her arm around his waist and leaned against his shoulder.
    “There you are.” Her words were muffled by the breeze and his shirt. He couldn’t deny the raw sense of pleasure it gave him that even after earlier she still came back to him.
    “Yup. Having a good time?” He peered down at her blonde head.
    “Yeah.”
    The two lookers Hannah had hooked up with seemed to be pros at catch and release when it came to guys on the dance floor, while Hannah was happy dancing by herself. There were a few drunken idiots he’d come close to getting off his stool for, but she’d handled them herself. His gut told him to stick close to her, but his head said to give her space. At least until he figured out what they were going to do. It