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How had Juliet never really noticed how ripped Evan was?
His black T-shirt didn’t do much to hide the muscles of his biceps, pecs or abs. Thank God.
Evan turned to the fridge for a couple of water bottles.
“You want?” Evan held up a bottle, his dimple showing with his smile.
Looking at him, Juliet realized she did indeed want.
Evan. Right now. Tonight.
She knew he wanted her, too. This wasn’t just an undercover op for Evan. She wasn’t just an undercover op for Evan.
This time she didn’t plan to take no for an answer. She had let the attack steal too many months of her life. She didn’t plan to let it have even one more day. She wanted Evan and she knew he wanted her.
What was that saying? Leap and the net will appear.
Juliet leaped.
She slid her own jacket off and walked over to him. “Yeah, I want.”
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Evan Karcz woke up the same way he had almost every day for the past year and a half: with Juliet Branson’s terrified sobs echoing through his dreams.
Evan didn’t jump out of bed and grab his Glock as he had in the early days. Nor did he have to rush to the bathroom before he lost the contents of his stomach.
Now he just breathed in and out slowly, calming his pounding heart, staring up at the ceiling. He threw the covers off his body in an effort to chill down, even though it was early spring and the temperatures were still cool here in southern Maryland, near Washington, DC. Evan wiped with his arm the small amount of sweat that beaded on his forehead.
He didn’t lie there long. It was early, not even close to 5:00 a.m., but the possibility of going back to sleep was pretty much nonexistent. He might as well get up and start moving. He slipped on shorts and sweats and packed a gym bag with clothes for the rest of his day.
He’d head in to Omega Sector Headquarters and get in a workout before work officially started. Exercise in order to exorcise, Evan thought, and smiled grimly. Anything would be better than staying in that big bed by himself with nothing surrounding him but his own guilt.
Given the day ahead and all it had in store,