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At first, Eve couldn’t register the sound on the outer perimeter of her consciousness. Still in the throes of the final stages of euphoria, it took her several seconds to identify the insistent, soft buzzing.

A cell phone, set on vibrate.

Since hers played the first few bars of “When the Saints Go Marching In,” a song she vividly remembered from her childhood, Eve knew the buzzing cell phone had to belong to Adam.

The last vapors of her euphoric state evaporated. The outside world invaded this piece of paradise they’d managed to construct. It was to be expected.

But on Thanksgiving?

Because she’d unwittingly stumbled across Adam’s double life eight months ago, unbidden suspicions instantly crowded her brain. She tried to fight her doubts. Harboring suspicions would taint this perfect moment for her. They already did.

The cell phone stopped and then started ringing again. And again. Whoever was on the other end obviously didn’t want to go to voice mail. Eve suppressed a sigh.

“Your phone’s buzzing,” she finally said.

He was aware of that. He’d secretly been hoping that his caller would go away. But no such luck.

It was either his handler, or the reason he was being handled.

The phone vibrated again.

“Shouldn’t you answer it?” Eve asked, wondering why he wasn’t. Fearing that she knew.

Adam turned to look at her. All he wanted to do at this moment was make love with her again.

“I don’t want to,” he told her truthfully.

Was that because he couldn’t take the call with her so close, or because Adam was having the same thoughts about the moment as she was? That it was too perfect to spoil.

Too late.

Shifting, she moved away from him and began patting the articles of clothing entangled and scattered all over the floor, searching for the telltale lump that was his phone. Adam instantly came to life and started looking for the offending cell phone himself. He needed to get to it before she did.

But Eve found his cell phone first. Pulling it out of the pocket of his jeans, she glanced at the LCD screen as she held the phone up to him. “You’d better answer it. They don’t sound like they’re going to go away.”

He glanced down at the display. It said “Private.” That would be his handler.

Flipping the phone open, Adam murmured, “Hello?” as his mind scrambled, searching for a way to get rid of the man without arousing Eve’s suspicions.