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The sound of the door opening at the far end of the loft brought his head up. She was coming out of the bathroom. Or so he thought. Nothing else happened for the next few seconds, except he slowly rose to his feet from where he’d been sitting.

He was sure what he expected, but when she finally walked through the door, he knew he’d just been outclassed, outgunned, and stripped back to private. All he could do was stand there and remember to keep his jaw off the floor.

This was it. This is what he had been worried about since he’d first met her. His heart did a double-flip and he felt as if his brain had just melted.

Dressed to kill. Now that was a metaphor that described her to a tee. Her hair was pulled on top of her head in a haphazard ponytail, flipped up mess, her glorious mouth was painted a deep, dark red, and way too much of her silky skin was exposed. Damn, way too much.

And the outfit. So help him, he couldn’t help thinking if she had gone commando under the pink tulle. All it would take was a flip of that flippy skirt to find out. The road to hell was paved with good intentions. This was one of his best intentions. The black bustier fit her like a second skin, molded to her torso. Allie’s muscle definition was awesome. Not overworked, just sleek and cool looking, like she’d worked for it.
His eyes went back to that froth of skirt, pulled down to the point where it crossed the top of her legs. She’d chosen a pair of thigh high boots, leaving a swath of silky skin between the tulle and leather.

With the dark sunglasses covering her expressive eyes, she was bad ass. Gina “Bad Ass” Callahan. She looked like sex and hot fudge over cherry ice cream—melt in your mouth delicious.

All he had to do was keep from getting caught in her badass trap himself.
Right. That’s all he had to do.

He did not have to let his gaze slip and slide around her curves like a set of slicks in the rain. He didn’t have to stand there sending up silent prayers of gratitude to the gods of leather, or wondering what had happened to the laws of physics—he felt like he was floating, as if she’d sucked all the gravity out of the room.

She kept walking and he found himself backing up until his spine was against the wall, flat there as if a 250 pound bruiser had pushed him there and held him there with his sheer strength, not a slight, 120 pound beauty who had transformed herself in less than half an hour.

She placed one hand on his chest, and with the index finger of her other hand, she pulled down the shades just enough to peek over them. Her cool eyes studied him like a bug beneath a microscope.

“Is this what you had in mind?”

Even her voice was stronger, more defiant, like Tinkerbell with an edge.

All he could think was that he wanted all her pixie dust on him.

“Ah, yeah. You know I was kidding about the commando part, right?” he asked, wanting the words to come out nonchalant, but in his amazement, his voice cracked. He cleared his throat.

“Were you, really?” She smiled looking as satisfied as a dominatrix snapping her whip, knowing that her victim has just surrendered.

She tilted her head, the movement sliding all that gorgeous blonde hair to her bare shoulder where it slipped and slid around. The movement made her look more Allie and less Gina which should have alleviated some of this heat he was feeling deep in his gut and groin, but it only intensified the dichotomy between sweet and tough.

“I would believe your tough macho detachment if it weren’t for the fact that your heart is beating really hard, Drew. Ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump. Thrumming like a live wire.”

“Speaking of live wires, let’s channel all this energy into the task at hand, Allie. . .ah Gina and get you to think like her as well as dress like her.”

Her bottom lip came out in a pout. “You’re starting to be such a drag, Mr. Federal Agent. A big, draggety drag.”

“It’s about keeping us all alive, honey. And if that makes me a drag, then bring it on.”
With that she backed up. It’s time to take the show on the road.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

“To Hell and Gone.”

“What? That whole Lake of Fire, burn in eternity thing doesn’t really work for me and I really don’t like to sweat.”

“It’s time to learn how to be bad ass.”

“Oh, no. I think I’m going to be sick.”