perched behind one of the computer screens.
She must not have heard him enter since she didn’t look at him right away. She was
bent over typing something on the keyboard. Unable to stop himself, Scott let his
gaze wander over her backside. The jeans she wore hugged her hips perfectly, and his
fingers flexed with the desire to grab that firm ass and give it a good squeeze.
She stood up and turned to face him. He moved his gaze quickly back to her face so
she wouldn’t know where he’d been staring. She jumped in surprise before relaxing
and giving him an uncertain smile.
“Hey,” she said.
Scott handed her one of the coffee cups. “I’m sorry I was an ass, Kiley. Peace offering?”
Kiley nodded and took the cup from his hand. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, too.”
Scott made a face. “I deserved it.” He glanced around her shoulder to the screen.
“What are you working on?”
“It’s the same program I was working on the other night. I just tweaked it a bit.
Scott?”
Kiley lowered her head and stared at her cup. Scott could tell she was more than a
little uncomfortable and wondered why. What was it that had suddenly come between
them? Or had it always been there and he’d just been too blind to notice?
He moved to lean his hips against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting
for her to continue. “What is it, Kiley?”
She bit at her lower lip briefly before saying anything, and Scott had the sudden
desire to replace her teeth with his. He wanted to nip at that full lower lip, to
taste her as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, to feel her moan as it—
“Scott,” she said loudly.
He blinked in confusion. Damn, she’d been talking, and he hadn’t heard a word she’d
said.
“God, I’m sorry, Kiley. I…” He sighed and dragged his hand through his hair. “My mind
was somewhere else.”
“Where?” she asked.
On your mouth, your sighs, your taste.
“I was just hoping Keith is handling Istanbul okay, considering what happened the
last time he was there.”
Kiley nodded sadly. “I talked to him earlier. He seemed fine.”
“Yeah, I talked to him too. I promised him I would make a massive effort to get along
better with you.”
Kiley smiled slightly. “Yeah? I made the same promise.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
Scott watched Kiley carefully. Why did she get so aggravated with him lately? Was
she as frustrated as he was with the whole hands off policy from Keith?
“I guess if we get along better, you won’t feel the need to rush off to the C.I.A.”
Kiley rolled her eyes and turned to leave. “You just had to go there.”
She made it all the way to the door before Scott caught up with her. He reached over
her shoulder and shut the door just as she was about to walk through it.
She spun around and her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m sorry.”
He was sorry for acting like such an ass because all he really wanted to do was grab
her to him and kiss her.
She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. “I’m not taking the job,” she
said softly.
“And it’s not the first time he’s offered it to me.” She shrugged and looked at something
over his shoulder. “I go hear him out, but then…” She brought her gaze back to his
and the sadness he could see hit him in the gut with the force of a sledgehammer.
“I always end up telling him no. Eventually he’ll get tired of it and give up…I’m
guessing.”
Scott smiled slightly and touched her cheek with the pad of his thumb. Kiley’s lips
parted and it was all he could do to not touch his mouth to hers.
He sighed and dropped his hand. “I promise from today on no more following you around,
no more grilling you about the shit hole,” he said, grinning. “I’m here to help you,
so whatever you need just say it, even if it’s get the hell out of my way.”
“Okay,” she said,
She must not have heard him enter since she didn’t look at him right away. She was
bent over typing something on the keyboard. Unable to stop himself, Scott let his
gaze wander over her backside. The jeans she wore hugged her hips perfectly, and his
fingers flexed with the desire to grab that firm ass and give it a good squeeze.
She stood up and turned to face him. He moved his gaze quickly back to her face so
she wouldn’t know where he’d been staring. She jumped in surprise before relaxing
and giving him an uncertain smile.
“Hey,” she said.
Scott handed her one of the coffee cups. “I’m sorry I was an ass, Kiley. Peace offering?”
Kiley nodded and took the cup from his hand. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, too.”
Scott made a face. “I deserved it.” He glanced around her shoulder to the screen.
“What are you working on?”
“It’s the same program I was working on the other night. I just tweaked it a bit.
Scott?”
Kiley lowered her head and stared at her cup. Scott could tell she was more than a
little uncomfortable and wondered why. What was it that had suddenly come between
them? Or had it always been there and he’d just been too blind to notice?
He moved to lean his hips against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting
for her to continue. “What is it, Kiley?”
She bit at her lower lip briefly before saying anything, and Scott had the sudden
desire to replace her teeth with his. He wanted to nip at that full lower lip, to
taste her as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, to feel her moan as it—
“Scott,” she said loudly.
He blinked in confusion. Damn, she’d been talking, and he hadn’t heard a word she’d
said.
“God, I’m sorry, Kiley. I…” He sighed and dragged his hand through his hair. “My mind
was somewhere else.”
“Where?” she asked.
On your mouth, your sighs, your taste.
“I was just hoping Keith is handling Istanbul okay, considering what happened the
last time he was there.”
Kiley nodded sadly. “I talked to him earlier. He seemed fine.”
“Yeah, I talked to him too. I promised him I would make a massive effort to get along
better with you.”
Kiley smiled slightly. “Yeah? I made the same promise.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
Scott watched Kiley carefully. Why did she get so aggravated with him lately? Was
she as frustrated as he was with the whole hands off policy from Keith?
“I guess if we get along better, you won’t feel the need to rush off to the C.I.A.”
Kiley rolled her eyes and turned to leave. “You just had to go there.”
She made it all the way to the door before Scott caught up with her. He reached over
her shoulder and shut the door just as she was about to walk through it.
She spun around and her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m sorry.”
He was sorry for acting like such an ass because all he really wanted to do was grab
her to him and kiss her.
She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. “I’m not taking the job,” she
said softly.
“And it’s not the first time he’s offered it to me.” She shrugged and looked at something
over his shoulder. “I go hear him out, but then…” She brought her gaze back to his
and the sadness he could see hit him in the gut with the force of a sledgehammer.
“I always end up telling him no. Eventually he’ll get tired of it and give up…I’m
guessing.”
Scott smiled slightly and touched her cheek with the pad of his thumb. Kiley’s lips
parted and it was all he could do to not touch his mouth to hers.
He sighed and dropped his hand. “I promise from today on no more following you around,
no more grilling you about the shit hole,” he said, grinning. “I’m here to help you,
so whatever you need just say it, even if it’s get the hell out of my way.”
“Okay,” she said,
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