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“Can we ever stop being agents?” Jack asked suddenly. “Truly?”

Lark froze, her lips millimeters from his. “Why not?”

“I never know what’s real with you.”

Slowly, Lark tipped her chin to see his face. Jack’s expression—or what she could see of it—was thoughtful. The shades had to go. Sliding upward, she pulled off his sunglasses and kissed him.

The effect was instant. His fingers tangled in her hair, drawing her close. Lark’s pulse began to pound, a giddy pleasure tingling through her body. The warm electricity coursing in her veins found a home low in her belly at the same time his fingers slid beneath her shirt, seeking out the lacy edges of her bra. Her fingers curled in the soft cotton of his sweater, gathering bunches of the fabric as she leaned in, savoring his flavor.

“Does it feel like I’m seducing you for nefarious reasons?” Jack asked.

“You’ve done it before.”