Tracking someone in jungle this thick was easy, and he was trained to operate in darkness. She'd have to push through the foliage blind, leaving tracks, making noise, burning energy. She only had a four-minute head start. He smiled. Cat and mouse. His favorite game.

Isn't there some law against torture of prisoners? The Geneva Convention or something?""Only if we were at war." He tied the lace on his second boot and leaped up, welcoming the energy sparking in his veins.'"Some might argue that we are.

He cradled her neck, urging her closer. A bead of sweat trailed down his back. She dug her fingers into his waist, giving him all the invitation he needed to explore her mouth. She tasted salty and sweet. The breath of her sigh danced over his tongue. She untangled their hands and swiveled onto his lap, wrapping her bare legs around him, linking her feet behind his back. Mon dieu. It was too much - and not nearly enough.

He tucked his fingers into his belt loops. “Happy to sit back and watch, if you want to prove your G.I. Jane credentials.

You promised me a kiss,” she whispered. “A rash comment in the heat of the moment.” His face was so close she could feel electricity snapping between them. “I think I’m still feeling that heat.” She tilted her hips. He groaned. It was enough. His mouth captured hers.

Can you hyperventilate a little quieter?” he whispered.

The woman raked her gaze up his body as if checking out livestock. As she reached his face, her kohl-rimmed brown eyes lit with a challenge. “I am the one you know as Hamid Nabil Hassan. The most wanted man in the world.

There are many things in my life I want to forget. But this I intend to remember.

It was too late for the truth – and too soon.

I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.